Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

Love your self's self where it lives.

God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.