I can read people like an open book, especially if their named Braille, and I’m in a touchy-feely mood.

“I fish for rain, but I only ever seem to catch snow.”

“There were yogurt-colored clouds that afternoon, and I was there, blotting out …”

“Writer’s want to write something that’ll live forever. I don’t. What do I care …”

“There were 17 people at the funeral. 16 of them were there for a family reunion…”