If You Make It Plain You Like

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks Embedded.

Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The Sum Of Realism. All The Other Colors Are Real, Too.

When I Go Down Into The Ground At Last, As God Is My Judge, I Pray My Best-beloved May Have Better To Say Of Me Than, "he Didn't Hit Me."

We Should Have Taken Our Chances Back Then, When We Were Young And Beautiful And Didn't Even Know It.