I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.

Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea Of Joy.

I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably My Own

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.