It Is A Dead Heart. It Is

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

All I Wanted Was A Little Piece Of Life, To Be Married, To Have Children.... I Was Trying My Damnedest To Lead A Conventional Life, For That Was How I Was Brought Up, And It Was What My Husband Wanted Of Me. But One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep The Nightmares Out.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.