It's No Fun Being Lonely.

For My Father The One Calamity Was That My Brother And Sister And I Never Learned To Swim. My Father, Who Was Very Macho, Was A Strong Swimmer And Was Terribly Disappointed To Have Children Who Didn't Swim. Once When My Mother Was Sitting In A Beach Chair - I Can Still See The Big Umbrella - She Called To My Father, "throw Them In! Throw Them In! They'll Swim!" So He Did. Then He Looked Down, And There Were The Three Sendak Children Lying Perfectly Still Underwater, Not Fighting For Life!

There Are So Many Beautiful Things In The World Which I Will Have To Leave When I Die, But I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready.

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.

I'm Getting Old. And I'm Disappointed In Everything Just The Way Old People Traditionally, Boringly Are. That Bothers Me Because Is It Too Traditional? Am I Not Fighting Hard Enough? I Don't Feel The Fight. I Don't Feel It.

I've Always Loved Pigs: The Shape Of Them, The Look Of Them, And The Fact That They Are So Intelligent.