I Will Write My Way Into Another

Society Was Nothing But A Long, Dull Dinner Party Conversation In Which One Was Forced To Speak To One's Partner On Both The Left And The Right.

From My Table Inside I Watch The Glamorous Women Outside Who Are Lunching On Spa Cobb Salads Without Blue Cheese Or Dressing. The Man With The Bread Basket Wanders From Table To Table, Lonesome As A Cloud. When He Comes To Me His Basket Is Full And Perfectly Arranged. He Gives Me A Smile Of Sincere Pleasure When I Tell Him I Will Take Both The Sourdough Roll And The Cheese Stick.

Sometimes Not Having Any Idea Where We’re Going Works Out Better Than We Could Possibly Have Imagined.

I Will Write My Way Into Another Life.

Only A Few Of Us Are Going To Be Willing To Break Our Own Hearts By Trading In The Living Beauty Of Imagination For The Stark Disappointment Of Words.