In France, For Instance, One Magazine Writer

They Discovered That Even In The Face Of Pain That Seems Unbearable, Even In The Face Of Pain That Wrings The Last Drop Of Blood Out Of Your Heart And Leaves Its Scrimshaw Tracery On The Inside Of Your Skull, Life Goes On. And Pain Grows Dull, And Begins To Fade

I Like Visiting Peoples Homes On Saint Josephs Day, When People Set Up Altars, Serve Food As A Tribute To The Saint, And Invite The Public - I Enjoy That Much More Than Mardi Gras.

I Believe In Whatever Gets You Throught The Night. [...] Night Is The Hardest Time To Be Alive. For Me, Anyway. It Lasts So Long, And Four A.m.knows All My Secrets.

This Is The Point Being Missed By Readers Who Lament Liquor's Lack Of Hot Sex Scenes, Probably Because They Aren't Old Enough To Understand That A Passionate Relationship Could Be About Anything Other Than Sex.

In High School I Was The Dog, Always, And I Never Have Felt Comfortable Or Right In My Body, And Part Of My Whole Exhibitionist Thing Has Probably Been A Way Of Testing To See Whether Or Not I Really Was This Repulsive Creature That I Felt Like For So Long.