We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

... stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! ... I believe in going through and facing the worst, not hiding from it.

I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.