Wear Your Heart On The Page, And

We Can Only Die In The Future, I Thought; Right Now We Are Always Alive.

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.

I Probably Have Less Revision Than Those Who Have That Wonderful Rush Of Story To Tell - You Know, I Can't Wait To Tell You What Happened The Other Day. It Comes Tumbling Out And Maybe Then They Go Back And Refine. I Kind Of Envy That Way Of Working, But I Just Have Never Done It.

The Year I Began To Say Vahz Instead Of Vase, A Man I Barely Knew Nearly Accidentally Killed Me.