The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?


“A brick could be used in place of B. Rick, who is sorry he couldn’t make it to …”

“Books are portable companions. But so are midgets.”

“It’s a lie. There isn’t safety in numbers. But there is safety in letters. Ther…”

“The most dangerous flower is one that grows on a grave. Everybody in its vicini…”