The stuff of nightmares is not only relegated to unconscious thoughts upon a pillow, safely beneath an eiderdown.

Random thought fills the streambed, cascading with care and spilling over the flood plain until bifurcation forces it to arc and fork into a single, determined stream.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery.

I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions.

When you come to a roadblock, take a detour.

Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.

The question to ask about the writer isn't 'Why does he behave so badly?' but 'What does he gain by wearing this mask?

Movies are so weird. I don't believe anything until it's already done.

I believe in good, having morals, be a decent person.