Death's in the good-bye.

I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

In a dream you are never eighty.

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

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