“every March Frank loses his circle of friends he's in the backyard face in hands surrounded by seven carrots and seven corncob pipes in seven puddles of water with fourteen eyes made out of coal” — CAConrad Copy Share Image
“every March Frank loses his circle of friends he's in the backyard face in hands surrounded by seven carrots and seven corncob pipes in… — CAConrad Copy Share Image
“In a world of watered-down bestsellers and formula novels, Hitching to Nirvana eases back just enough to show the blade which cuts the real open, then bolts forward again, giving us a charged, swerving dance to self-actualization. Hitching to Nirvana is a magnetic forcefield, not just pulling us beautifully into the story, but into our own lives. It's rare when… — CAConrad Copy Share
“I’m here for the show” the man said looking under Frank’s shirt for the door “I’m no theater” Frank said a line formed must… — CAConrad Copy Share Image
“I'm not the kind of faggot who wants to put a rainbow sticker on a machine gun.” — CAConrad Copy Share Image
“For love, Frank spoke softly into envelopes instead of writing letters.” — CAConrad Copy Share Image
