When They Asked Me What I Wanted

... Stop Trying To Get Me To Write About 'decent Courageous People' -- Read The Ladies' Home Journal For Those! ... I Believe In Going Through And Facing The Worst, Not Hiding From It.

The Night Sky Is Only A Sort Of Carbon Paper, Blueblack, With The Much-poked Periods Of Stars Letting In The Light, Peephole After Peephole--- A Bonewhite Light, Like Death, Behind All Things.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

I Knew You'd Decide To Be All Right Again.

When I Fell Out Of The Light, I Entered The Stomach Of Indifference, The Wordless Cupboard.