An Object, After All, Is What Makes

Perhaps The Best Proof Of The Almighty's Existence Is That We Never Know When We Are To Die.

I Sit In The Dark. And It Would Be Hard To Figure Out Which Is Worse; The Dark Inside, Or The Darkness Out.

I Didn't Want To Be Either The Cre`me De La Cre`me Or A Martyr. I'd Rather Be A Novelty, Especially In A Democracy That Doesn't Understand The Language I Write In.

Racism? But Isn't It Only A Form Of Misanthropy?

An Object, After All, Is What Makes Infinity Private.