They Say That Nothing Is Wasted: Either

There's Music In Everything, Even Defeat

The Blankets Had Fallen Off And I Stared Down At Her White Back, The Shoulder Blades Sticking Out As If They Wanted To Grow Into Wings, Poke Through That Skin. Little Blades. She Was Helpless.

Agony Sometimes Changes Form But It Never Ceases For Anybody.

We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain.

Banion Wondered Which Was Worse - Being Sodomized By Aliens, Or Having To Sit Through Two Hours Of Charles Ives.