I'm Afraid I'm Being An Awful Nuisance.

Our Hearts Seemed Safe In Our Breasts And Sang To The Light The Marrow In The Bone We Dreamed Was Safe. . . The Blood In The Veins, The Sap In The Tree Were Springs Of Deity.

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

White As A Winding Sheet, Masks Blowing Down The Street: Moscow, Paris London, Vienna - All Are Undone. The Drums Of Death Are Mumbling, Rumbling, And Tumbling, Mumbling, Rumbling, And Tumbling, The World's Floors Are Quaking, Crumbling And Breaking.

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?