The clouds rolled over the hills like a pack of midgets wearing gray togas somersaulting in unison, and I thought it’s a glorious day to be alive and in love.

“Don’t breathe on my voice, I yelled through my ears. But who’s there to listen,…”

“Instead of a motorcycle gang, I’m thinking of starting up a unicycle gang. We’l…”

“I went in the dark room. It wasn’t filled with photograph negatives, but it was…”

“All books are coloring books, if you are in possession of a childlike imaginati…”