The Novel Is A Prose Narrative Of

We Can't Tell Our Life From Our Wish

A Poem Is, So To Speak, A Way Of Making You Forget How You Wrote It.

I Shook Myself; I Was Dreaming. As I Went To Bed The Words Of The Eighth-grade Class's Teacher, When The Class Got To Evangeline , Kept Echoing In My Ears: "we're Coming To A Long Poem Now, Boys And Girls. Now Don't Be Babies And Start Counting The Pages." I Lay There Like A Baby, Counting The Pages Over And Over, Counting The Pages.

There Is In This World No Line So Bad That Someone Won't Someday Copy It.

The Dark, Uneasy World Of Family Life - Where The Greatest Can Fail And The Humblest Succeed.