I talk to God but the sky is empty.

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I think I am mad sometimes.