Wariness Had Driven Away Poetry;

Reason Can Never Reconcile One To Life: Nothing Allays The Wants One Cannot Explain.

The Wish To Lead Out One's Lover Must Be A Tribal Feeling; The Wish To Be Seen As Loved Is Part Of One's Self-respect.

Who Is Ever Adequate? We All Create Situations Each Other Can't Live Up To, Then Break Our Hearts At Them Because They Don't.

... Any Fictionis Bound To Be Transposed Autobiography.

I Know That I Have In My Make-up Layers Of Synthetic Experiences, And That The Most Powerful Of My Memories Are Only Half True.