A Single Person Is Missing For You,

Grief Turns Out To Be A Place None Of Us Know Until We Reach It.

I Could Talk More Directly In A Nonfiction Voice Than I Could In Fiction.

I ... Have Another Cup Of Coffee With My Mother. We Get Along Very Well, Veterans Of A Guerrilla War We Never Understood.

Was There Ever In Anyone's Life Span A Point Free In Time, Devoid Of Memory, A Night When Choice Was Any More Than The Sum Of All The Choices Gone Before?

Let Me Just Be In The Ground. Let Me Just Be In The Ground And Go To Sleep.