I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

The Floor Seemed Wonderfully Solid. It Was Comforting To Know I Had Fallen And Could Fall No Farther.

I Felt The First Man I Slept With Must Be Intelligent, So I Could Respect Him.

I Said: I Must Remember This, Being Small.

I Hate Handing Over Money To People For Doing What I Could Just As Easily Do Myself, It Makes Me Nervous.

For Me, Poetry Is An Evasion Of The Real Job Of Writing Prose.