If I could believe in myself, why not give other improbabilities the benefit of the doubt? - David Sedaris

Their house had real hard-cover books in it, and you often saw them lying open on the sofa, the words still warm from being read.

Their house had real hardcover books in it, and you often saw them lying open on the sofa, the words still warm from being read.

Watching him was like opening the door to a siniging telegram; you know it's supposed to be entertaining, but you can't get beyond the sad fact that this person actually thinks he bringing some joy into your life. Somewhere he had a mother who sifted through a shoe box of mimeographed playbills, pouring herself another drink and wondering when her son would come to his senses and swallow some drain cleaner.