He Had A Crush On A Blueberry

My Mother Was Gone. The Whole World Should Be Black And Cold. Nothing Should Look Beautiful.

Me? I Slept Like The Dead, Which I Hoped Wasn’t A Sign Of Things To Come.

Yeah! Bring It On, Lake!

Spontaneous Combustion Is A Form Of Harm, Mr. D," Chiron Put In.

Fighting Giants Was One Thing. Bacchus Making Into A Game Was Something Else.