God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep

What Do You Look At While You’re Making Up Your Mind? Ours Is Not A Reflective Culture, We Do No Raise Our Eyes Up To The Hills. Most Of The Time We Decide The Critical Things While Looking At The Linoleum Floor Of An Institutional Corridor, Or Whispering Hurriedly In A Waiting Room With A Television Blatting Nonsense.

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

Being Smart Spoils A Lot Of Things, Doesn't It?

In Making Friends, She Was Wary Of People Who Foster Dependency And Feed On It. She Had Been Involved With A Few--the Blind Attract Them, And They Are The Enemy.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?