It Strikes Me That Whatever Advantages There

For Me, Everything's Too Much And Nothing's Enough.

Reading Is Socially Accepted Disassociation. You Flip A Switch And You’re Not There Anymore. It’s Better Than Heroin. More Effective And Cheaper And Legal.

I'm Doomed To Act Like Myself, Even When It's Inconvenient!

Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still Find Myself Some Mornings Reaching For The Phone To Call Her. She Could No More Be Gone Than Gravity Or The Moon.

We Are In The Grip Of Some Big Machine Grinding Us Along. The Force Of It Simplifies Everything. A Weird Calm Settled Over Me From Inside Out. What Is About To Happen Has Stood In Line To Happen. All The Roads Out Of That Instant Have Been Closed, One By One.