All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

When A Man Is Born...there Are Nets Flung At It To Hold It Back From Flight. You Talk To Me Of Nationality, Language, Religion. I Shall Try To Fly By Those Nets.

I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death. Long Live Life.

And Then I Asked Him With My Eyes To Ask Again Yes And Then He Asked Me Would I Yes And His Heart Was Going Like Mad And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.