Work. Home. The Pub. Meeting Girls. Living

I'm A Stranger," Pointed Out Bod. "you're Not," She Said, Definitely. "you're A Little Boy." And Then She Said, "and You're My Friend. So You Can't Be A Stranger.

You Don’t Want To Ask After The Health Of Anyone, If You’re A Funeral Director. They Think Maybe You’re Scouting For Business.

Joy And Sorrow Are Like Milk And Cookies. That's How Well They Go Together.

My People, We Stay Indoors. We Have Keyboards. We Have Darkness. It's Quiet.

I Felt Very Much Like A Hooker Who Had Just Been Told She Was A Lady Of The Evening.