If They Substituted The Word 'lust' For

The Floor Seemed Wonderfully Solid. It Was Comforting To Know I Had Fallen And Could Fall No Farther.

I Don't Know How Long I Kept At It... I Felt Reasonably Safe, Streched Out On The Floor, And Lay Quite Still. It Didn't Seem To Be Summer Any More

There Ought, I Thought, To Be A Ritual For Being Born Twice - Patched, Retreaded And Approved For The Road.

Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams.

If Only A Group Of People Were More Important To Me Than The Idea Of A Novel, I Might Begin A Novel.