My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

I Must Learn More About These People―try To Understand Them, Put Myself In Their Place. No, Instead I Am So Busy Keeping My Head Above Water That I Scarcely Know Who I Am, Much Less Who Anyone Else Is.

You've Only Got So Long To Live.

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All. I've Got To Go Down Deep, To Fall Into People, To Really Know Them.