Typhoid And Swans - It

A Census Taker Tried To Quantify Me Once. I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Big Amarone. Go Back To School, Little Starling.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

Hannibal Lecter: We Live In A Primitive Time - Don't We, Will? - Neither Savage Nor Wise. Half Measures Are The Curse Of It. Any Rational Society Would Either Kill Me Or Give Me My Books.

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.