Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.

“Oh, bein' young ain't easy 'cos ev'rythin' you're puzzlin'n'anxin' you're puzzl…”

“Because her laughter spurts through a blowhole in the top of her head and spray…”

“I put it to the great man [Hitchcock], the key to fictitious terror is partitio…”

“My role was to pulse at the edge of the universe of the faithful, alone in the …”