If Life's A Joke, Then Suicide's A

Veils Of Love Which Was Only Hate Petrified By Longing--that Was Me.

We Started Dying Before The Snow, And Like The Snow, We Continued To Fall.

By Writing I Can Live In Ways That I Could Not Survive.

I Stood There In The Shadowed Doorway Thinking With My Tears. Yes, Tears Can Be Thoughts, Why Not?

You Really Need To Approach Each Book As If You Have Been A Failure. . . . If You Start To Believe Your Flap-copy, You're Finished As A Writer.