What We Fear We Often Rage Against.

And It May Be That Love Sometimes Occurs Without Pain Or Misery.

You Know, One Of The Tragedies Of Real Life Is That There Is No Background Music.

I Think It's Important To Leave Spaces In A Story For Readers To Fill In From Their Own Experience.

But The Only Rhyme He Could Summon For 'out' Was 'sauerkraut,' Which Lacked Poetic Glory. He Let It Go. The Right Line Would Come In Time. That Was The Thing About Poetry. It Crept Up Through The Draws And Coulees Of The Brain.

Wonderful ... I Was Up All Night Reading It, Laughing And Crying Out In Horror.