Complaints About Reality Are Immature.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.

I Still Maintain That An Ordinary Human Being Has The Right To Be Horrified By A Mangled Body Seen On An Afternoon Walk.

There Are No Beginnings, Not Even To Stories. There Are Only Places Where You Make An Entrance Into Someone Else's Life And Either Stay Or Turn And Go Away.

The Spaces Between The Perceiver And The Thing Perceived Can [...] Be Closed With A Shout Of Recognition.

They Waited. The Door Did Not Open. The Rain Did Not Stop. The Darkness Made A Tent And Covered Them Completely.