It's Funny How Close The Past Is,

Sometimes An Accident Can Be An Unhappy Womans Best Friend

The Past Is Obdurate. It Doesn't Want To Change.

It's Hard For Me To Believe That People Who Read Very Little (or Not At All In Some Cases) Should Presume To Write And Expect People To Like What They Have Written.

Writing Is Not Life, But I Think That Sometimes It Can Be A Way Back To Life.

Rage-the Biggest, Truest Rage Of Her Adult Life-had Invaded Her Like A Fever, But It Wasn't Like Any Fever She Had Known Previously. It Circulated Like Weird Serum, Cold On The Right Side Of Her Body, Then Hot On The Left, Where Her Heart Was. It Seemed To Come Nowhere Near Her Head, Which Remained Clear.