For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.

I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.