The Trick Is Not How Much Pain

Silence Is The Bluntest Of Blunt Instruments.

Pain Is Not Love. Love Flowers; Love Gives Without Taking; Love Is Serene And Calm.

Feminism Is Teaching. I've Gotten A Lot Of Pleasure Pushing Younger Writers That I've Met And Worked With.

... What Is Great Poetry, After All, But The Continuation Of The Human Voice After Death?

The Future Is Merely A Shadow Which Blocks Out The Joys Of The Present And Emphasizes The Miseries Of The Past.