Sometimes A Thing That's Hard

The Smoke Alarm Went Off In The Hallway Upstairs, Either To Let Us Know The Battery Had Just Died Or Because The House Was On Fire.

I Think A Playwright Realizes After He Finishes Working On The Script That This Is Only The Beginning. What Will Happen When It Moves Into Three Dimensions?

Sex Finds Us. Sex Sees Through Us. That's Why It's So Shattering. It Strips Us Of Appearances.

The Term Itself--my Life--is A Desperate Overstatement.

You Have To Break Through The Structure Of Your Own Stonework Habit Just To Make Yourself Listen.