I Had Never Feared Insomnia Before--like Prison,

Perhaps She Drives Men Away. Perhaps, Without Even Being Able To Help Herself, She Just Puts Men Into Her Ill-tempered Car And Drives Them Off: To Quarries, Dumps, Small Anonymous Bodies Of Water.

I Had Never Feared Insomnia Before--like Prison, Wouldn't It Just Give You More Time To Read?

This Is What Happened In Love. One Of You Cried A Lot And Then Both Of You Grew Sarcastic.

You Know, As Fiction Writers, If Our Instincts Are Off, We Can't Pay Our Bills.

I Wished For Eternal And Intriguing Muteness. I Would Be The Mysterious Dumb Girl, The Enigmatic Elf. The Human Voice No Longer Interested Me.