A reader can’t fail a book.

I can’t be out of hairspray.

The paranoid is never entirely mistaken.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

It’s the obligation which is degrading.

Your face is.

Everybody just stop breathing hot air.

Encountered this scary-looking insect in my kitchen last night.

This was to have radical consequences.

Living persons are often already dead.

It’s so individual in nature, though.

It’s silly.

Itchy eyes.

Get angry.

I'm alive.

It isn’t.

Query me.

But first, we run a risk of some midday showers and storms that could also pack a gusty punch.

I like getting hit.