The Very Condition Of Woman

God, Children Know Something They Can't Tell; They Like Red Riding Hood And The Wolf In Bed!

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them. Stretch It As Thin As The Temple Flesh Of An Ailing Woman And Still It Serves To Ache The Bone And To Move The Bone About; And In Like Manner The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In A Torment. We Will Find No Comfort Until The Night Melts Away; Until The Fury Of The Night Rots Out Its Fire.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

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

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.