...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is

I Have Always Thought Limousines Make Me Dreadfully Uncomfortable, Just The Way That Suits Do. When I Wear A Suit, I Feel Like Ants And Termites Are Crawling All Over My Body. It's Really, Really Uncomfortable. People Put Themselves In A Kind Of Prison. It's Like The World Of The Embassies.

How The Holy And The Profane Mix In The Light Of Day And At The End Of Life Is Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing In This World And A Compassionate Entry Into The Next. After Failure And Defeat, A Concentration Upon Certain Beauties, Though Forever Lost And Unretrievable, Can Lift The Wounded Past Roundedness And The Dying Past Dying, Protecting Them With An Image, Still And Bright, That Will Ride With Them On Their Long Ride, Never To Fade And Never To Retreat.

She Knew Words No One Had Ever Heard Of, And She Used Words Every Day That Had Been Mainly Dead Or Sleeping For Hundreds Of Years.

They Gave Themselves Up To The Stars The Way Swimmers Can Surrender To The Waves, And The Stars Took Them Without Resistance.

When Faced With Something I Fear, I Tend To Eat Spaghetti.