He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.
Someone Like YouAfter you died I realized that I never really like hunting. I just like hanging out with you.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 2Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairNot knowing when to shut up was one of my greatest faults.
Take It Like A Man: The Autobiography Of Boy GeorgeMy heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.
This Is How You Lose HerWhen chickens get to live like chickens, they'll taste like chickens, too.
The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Mealshate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bitpermanent living peace is permanent living death.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit