“Someone tell me why my road
is eternally strewn with ashes.”

“Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town?”

“Chyna Black is like an open road,
Tells me stories, releases my soul.”

“Terrorist', noun: 1. Someone my government tells me is a terrorist; 2. Someone my President decides to kill.”

“Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?”

“The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeletons of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.”

“Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?”

“I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.”

“she told me she'd be a phoenix." The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. "They don't really exist." "She said that depends on whether or not there's someone who can see them.”

“I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.”