Well, It Doesn't Look Good. Makes Me

Within Every Elaborate Lie, A Kernel Of Truth.

It’s Easy To Be Yourself In The Dark.

... Suddenly I Was A Kid In The Hall Standing Outside My Locker About To Head To Math. But That Was How It Went Sometimes, The English Language, When You Really Needed It, Crumbled To Clay In Your Mouth. That's When All The Real Things Were Said.

…how Monstrous The People You Loved Could Be.

Making Love To Aurelia Was Like Rummaging Through A Card Catalog In A Deserted Library, Searching For One Very Obscure, Little-read Entry On Hungarian Poetry.