Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

At Six I Lived In A Graveyard Full Of Dolls, Avoiding Myself, My Body, The Suspect In Its Grotesque House.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

For Forty Days, For Forty Nights Jesus Put One Foot In Front Of The Other And The Man He Carried, If It Was A Man, Became Heavier And Heavier.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.