It's Hard... To Shake Off Something That's

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

Writing Novels Is The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, Including Digging Irrigation Ditches.

When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth Shut If You Can.