Tomorrow Exists Even Though I May Not

I Had Come To Feel That My Mother's Love For Me Was Designed Solely To Make Me Into An Echo Of Her; And I Didn't Know Why, But I Felt That I Would Rather Be Dead Than Become Just An Echo Of Someone.

That Was The Moment He Got The Idea He Possessed Me In A Certain Way, And That Was The Moment I Grew Tired Of Him.

I Like Cooking, But I Think Someone Else Ought To Do The Dishes.

Children Like Their Mothers Especially To Be Standing Still And Watching Them, Even If They Are Sleeping. At Least That's How I Felt. There's Nothing Wrong With The Self-interest Of Children; It's Just The Way They Are.

There Are Things That Make Us Choose, On Certain Days, On Certain Nights, The Opposite Of Love, In All Its Variations. But I Want To Acknowledge That With Love And Hate It's Not Simply One Or The Other. It's At Least Two, Three, Four, Five Different Emotions Existing At Once, Side By Side, A Broad Spectrum Of Things Alive.