She Won't Give Him Back His Look.

There Is No God, And Conversation Is A Dying Art.

I Dressed And Went For A Walk - Determined Not To Return Until I Took In What Nature Had To Offer.

I've Done As Many As 20 Or 30 Drafts Of A Story. Never Less Than 10 Or 12 Drafts.

Life And Death Matters, Yes. And The Question Of How To Behave In This World, How To Go In The Face Of Everything. Time Is Short And The Water Is Rising.

That Morning She Pours Teacher's Over My Belly And Licks It Off. That Afternoon She Tries To Jump Out The Window.