As A Child, My Mother Told Me

Im Writing What Comes Into My Head, Or Through Me, Or From Somewhere Else, And It Is The Most Extraordinary, Exciting Thing. I Love It, And Im Very Greedy, And I Really Enjoy It!

Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All. There Is No Such Total Element, Not Even Pain. Who Has Ever Loved, Knows This. I Need Not Say More.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

If I Ever Get To 100, I'd Want To Be Filled With Wonder And Wild, Adolescent, Wide-eyed Interest In Newness. So Let's Keep The Flame Burning. Let's Stop Thinking Everyone Over 29, Or 49, Has To Be Reinforced By Concrete.

The So-called Real World. Human Misery And Sadness. Blind Politics And General Cruelty.