Those Are Only Rumors Of Suffering. Real

I Think We Fall In Love And Become Adults And Become Citizens In A Way By Writing Stories About Ourselves.

I've Never Contended That I Had A Really Horrible Life.

The Voice Of God Does Not Pander, Offers No Five-year Plan, No Long-term Solution, Nary An Edict. It Is Small & Fond & Local. Don't Look For Your Initials In The Geese Honking Overhead Or To See Thru The Glass Even Darkly. It Says The Most Obvious Crap - Put Down That Gun, You Need A Sandwich.

He Never Gave Up On Me, I Only Stopped Being Matriculated.

Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still Find Myself Some Mornings Reaching For The Phone To Call Her. She Could No More Be Gone Than Gravity Or The Moon.