A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat out on the dark water.

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.

The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said