You're Sick. Sick And Evil And Weird.

I Was A Stranger And You Took Me In. -joji G. Shoji, D. 1921

Anyone Who Calls You "little Lady" Has Already Excluded You From The Set Of People Worth Listening To.

Young Man," He Said, "understand This: There Are Two Londons. There's London Above―that's Where You Lived―and Then There's London Below―the Underside―inhabited By The People Who Fell Through The Cracks In The World. Now You're One Of Them. Good Night.

Adults Should Not Weep, I Knew. They Did Not Have Mothers Who Would Comfort Them.

When You Reach The Little House, The Place Your Journey Started, You Will Recognize It, Although It Will Seem Much Smaller Than You Remember. Walk Up The Path, And Through The Garden Gate You Never Saw Before But Once. And Then Go Home. Or Make A Home. And Rest.