The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.