This Is The Light Of The Mind,

What I Fear Most, I Think, Is The Death Of The Imagination.

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.

I Had Hoped, At My Departure, I Would Feel Sure And Knowledgeable About Everything That Lay Ahead -- After All, I Had Been "analyzed." Instead, All I Could See Were Question Marks.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.

Sometimes I Nursed Starfish Alive In Jam Jars Of Seawater And Watched Them Grow Back Lost Arms. On This Day, This Awful Birthday Of Otherness, My Rival, Somebody Else, I Flung The Starfish Against A Stone. Let It Perish.