I Meet A Person, And In My

I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but Who Here Is Quite Himself? And Yet There Is A Way In Which We Are All More Ourselves Than Ever, I Suppose.

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands.

If It's True Your Life Flashes Past Your Eyes Before You Die, Then It Is Also The Truth That Your Life Rushes Forth When You Are Ready To Start To Truly Be Alive.

I'm Not Good At Small Talk; I'm Not Good At Big Talk; And Medium Talk Just Doesn't Come Up.

Sometimes A Flat-footed Sentence Is What Serves, So You Don't Get All Writerly: 'he Opened The Door.' There, It's Open.