I’ve Always Hated Being Looked At.

Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or Else Beneath The Graves I Lie

Are You Sure You Can't Dematerialize? Not Even A Little?" "i'm Sure.

Perhaps This Was How The Sparrows Did It Too; Perhaps They Were Looking So Hard At The Peaks And Tips Of The New Rooftops Coated With Dew, And The Vast New Horizon, That They Only Forgot That They Did Not Know How To Fly Until They Were Already In Midair.

Don't Worry About What You're Writing Or Whether It's Good Or Even Whether It Makes Sense.

Nothing Has Ever Been So Painful Or Delicious As Being So Close To Him And Being Unable To Do Anything About It: Like Eating Ice Cream So Fast On A Hot Day You Get A Splitting Headache.