I Woke To The Sound Of Rain.

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin In This Life.

Whenever I'm Sad I'm Going To Die, Or So Nervous I Can't Sleep, Or In Love With Somebody I Won't Be Seeing For A Week, I Slump Down Just So Far And Then I Say: 'i'll Go Take A Hot Bath.

Spiderlike, I Spin Mirrors, Loyal To My Image.

Some Pale, Hueless Flicker Of Sensitivity Is In Me. God, Must I Lose It In Cooking Scrambled Eggs For A Man.

Everything In Life Is Writable.