My Alarm Clock During My Childhood Was

A Movie Will Do In One Second, With One Image, What It Will Take A Novelist At Least A Page To Describe.

My Feelings Can Perhaps Be Imagined, But They Can Hardly Be Described.

I Know What You Want. You Want A Story That Won't Surprise You. That Will Confirm What You Already Know. That Won't Make You See Higher Or Further Or Differently. You Want A Flat Story. An Immobile Story. You Want Dry, Yeastless Factuality.

Dare I Say I Miss Him? I Do. I Miss Him. I Still See Him In My Dreams. They Are Nightmares Mostly, But Nightmares Tinged With Love. Such Is The Strangeness Of The Human Heart.

You Can Get Used To Anything - Haven't I Already Said That? Isn't That What All Survivors Say?