No Use Fanning Up Hot Coals When

Without Heroes, We Are All Plain People And Don't Know How Far We Can Go.

I Work With Language. I Love The Flowers Of Afterthought.

Completed, Most Lives Were Alike In Stages Of Living-joys, Celebrations, Crises, Illusions, Losses, Sorrows.

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

When I Don't Feel Hurt, I Hope They Bury Me.