It Is Easy To Take

When Every Inch Of The World Is Known, Sleep May Be The Only Wilderness That We Have Left.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.

The Length Of Sky Is Just About The Size Of My Ignorance. Pure And Wide.

This So Gnawed At Him On Some Nights That He Lay Awake Wondering Just How Many Unknown And Similarly Inconsequential Accidents And Bits Of Happenstance Were At This Moment Occurring Or Failing To Occur In Order To Ensure He Took His Next Breath, And The Next.

It Didn't Occur To Me That My Books Would Be Widely Read At All, And That Enabled Me To Write Anything I Wanted To. And Even Once I Realized That They Were Being Read, I Still Wrote As If I Were Writing In Secret. That's How One Has To Write Anyway--in Secret.