My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.

Anyone can express himself or herself, but what writers and poets want to do in their work, more than simply express themselves, is communicate.