But Death's Acquisitive Instincts Will Win.

It Is Like Visiting One's Funeral, Like Visiting Loss In Its Purest And Most Monumental Form, This Wild Darkness, Which Is Not Only Unknown But Which One Cannot Enter As Oneself.

Nothing I Have Ever Written Has Been Admired As Much As The Announcement Of My Death.

True Stories, Autobiographical Stories, Like Some Novels, Begin Long Ago, Before The Acts In The Account, Before The Birth Of Some Of The People In The Tale.

Death Is Not Soft-mouthed, Vague-footed, Nearby. It Is In The Hall.

Public Radio Is Alive And Kicking, It Always Has Been