...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.

Love your self's self where it lives.

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.