Are Memories Pictures Or The Secret Doorway?

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

When An Attractive But Aloof ("cool") Man Comes Along, There Are Some Of Us Who Offer To Shine His Shoes With Our Underpants. There Are Thousands Of Scientific Concepts As To Why This Is So, And Yes, Yes, It's Very Sick But None Of This Helps.

If I Didn't Try To Eavesdrop On Every Bus Ride I Take Or Look For The Humor When I Go For A Walk, I Would Just Be Depressed All The Time.