It Was Once Suggested To Me That,

I Was No Longer, If I Had Ever Been, Afraid To Die: I Was Now Afraid Not To Die.

If You Aren't Aware Of The Reader, You're Working In A Vacuum.

I Mean Maybe I Was Holding All The Aces, But What Was The Game?

Marriage Is Memory, Marriage Is Time. Marriage Is Not Only Time: It Is Also, Parodoxically, The Denial Of Time.

Outside, A Ceiling Of Pearly Gray Clouds Coalesced Over Manhattan, And The Apartment Had Grown Dark. It Just Keeps Dripping. It's Been Like This All Week, .. Rain Would Be A Relief.