Too Great A Sense Of Identity Makes

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.