She Had Left Me Thirsty

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

Love Was A Terrible Thing. You Poisoned It And Stabbed At It And Knocked It Down Into The Mud - Well Down - And It Got Up And Staggered On, Bleeding And Muddy And Awful. Like - Like Rasputin.

When I Think About It, If I Had To Choose, I'd Rather Be Happy Than Write.

Life If Curious When Reduced To Its Essentials

Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby, I Imagined That God, This Strange Thing Or Person I Heard About, Was A Book.