Life Is Absolutely Horrific, Leading Up To

I Felt A Momentary Urge To Leap Into The Sea And Swim Free Of The Present.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.

I'd Like To Think Life Has Improved Since 1850, Despite The Long Hours We All Seem To Spend Slaving Over Hot Computers, But The Psychological Journeys Remain The Same - The Search For Love, Identity, A Meaningful Place In The World.

I Guess The Difference Between Gin And Me Is That When Gin Got Shut In The Barn She Thought Edmond Didn't Love Her Anymore But Because I Could Feel Edmond Out There Somewhere Always Loving Me I Didn't Have To Howl All Night.

I Frightened Myself. I Became The Ghost Piper Was So Scared Of.