Do I Think There's Life After Death?

I Can Understand People Simply Fleeing The Mountainous Effort Christmas Has Become... But There Are Always A Few Saving Graces And Finally They Make Up For All The Bother And Distress.

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.

Loneliness Is The Poverty Of Self; Solitude Is The Richness Of Self.

I Write Poems About Relationships, Love Relationships, And I'm Not Able To Do That All The Time. I Could Go Two Years Without Writing Poems, And Then Write A Dozen. Having A Novel To Work On, With The Intricate Puzzle Of Character And Plot To Work Out, Is Satisfying For The Time There Is No Poetry.

It Feels A Long Way Up And Down From Zero.