No Offense, But I'd Rather Kiss The

I'm Not Very Good At Creating Worlds. I Prefer To Write About The World As It Is.

He Had Tattooed All Of The Names Of The Men He Had Killed On His Body...unfortunately He Had Run Out Of Room.

Statues Lined The Stairs And Stood, Dotted Across The Roof. But They Had Been Brutalized By Time And The Weather. Some Were Missing Arms. Many Had No Faces. Once They Had Been Saints And Angels. Two Hundred Years Standing In London Had Turned Them Into Cripples.

When Are You At Your Most Defenseless?

You're Never Too Young To Die.