It Was A Long Time Ago Now.

The Grim Reaper, Gloria Corrected Herself - If Anyone Deserved Capital Letters It Was Surely Death. Gloria Would Rather Like To Be The Grim Reaper. She Wouldn't Necessarily Be Grim, She Suspected She Would Be Quite Cheerful (come Along Now, Don't Make Such A Fuss).

I Spent Four Years Doing A Doctorate In Postmodern American Literature. I Can Recognize It When I See It.

The Beginning Is The Word And The End Is Silence. And In Between Are All The Stories.

Patricia Embraces Me On The Station Platform. 'the Past Is What You Leave Behind In Life, Ruby,' She Says With The Smile Of A Reincarnated Lama. 'nonsense, Patricia,' I Tell Her As I Climb On Board My Train. 'the Past's What You Take With You.

In The End, It Is My Belief, Words Are The Only Things That Can Construct A World That Makes Sense.