In The End Is My Beginning.

So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

My Life Is Light, Waiting For The Death Wind, Like A Feather On The Back Of My Hand.

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.

Again I Must Remind You That A Dog's A Dog-a Cat's A Cat.

All Cases Are Unique And Very Similar To Others.