If I Was A Book, I Would

She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

I Like To Visit My Horse, Have A Walk With My Dog.

The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey, And Always Has. It's Easy To Forget That When You're Indoors, Protected By Light And Solid Walls.

What's That Sticky Stuff Called? Basta: Duct Tape. Yes, Duct Tape. I Love Duct Tape.

Why Did Death Make Life Taste So Much Sweeter? Why Could The Heart Love Only What It Could Also Lose?