It Wasn't So Easy Though, Ending The

Little Girls Are Cute And Small Only To Adults. To One Another They Are Not Cute. They Are Life-sized.

What A Lost Person Needs Is A Map Of The Territory, With His Own Position Marked On It So He Can See Where He Is In Relation To Everything Else.

Maybe The Life I Think I'm Living Is A Paranoid Delusion...sanity Is A Valuable Possession; I Hoard It The Way People Once Hoarded Money. I Save It, So I Will Have Enough, When The Time Comes.

I Felt White, Drained Of Blood, Cared For, Purified. Peaceful.

Now I Can See How That Can Happen. You Can Fall In Love With Anybody--a Fool, A Criminal, A Nothing. There Are No Good Rules.