My head is like some ridiculous barn packed full of stuff I want to write about.

“Finii le noccioline, poi bevvi un'altra birra, la terza. Dopodichè non sapevo p…”

“The feel of her hand has never left me. It was different from any other hand I'…”

“I think I just don’t like names. Basically, I can’t see what’s wrong with calli…”

“Good question, but no answer. Good questions never have answers.”