You Might 'write From The Heart,' But

I Felt White, Drained Of Blood, Cared For, Purified. Peaceful.

We Thought We Had Such Problems. How Were We To Know We Were Happy?

It Isn't Running Away They're Afraid Of. We Wouldn't Get Far. It's Those Other Escapes, The Ones You Can Open In Yourself, Given A Cutting Edge.

Even An Obvious Fabrication Is Some Comfort When You Have Few Others.

I've Never Bought Into Any Sort Of Hard And Fast, This-box/that-box Characterization. People Are Individuals. Yes, They May Be Expected To Be A Particular Way. But That Doesn't Mean They're Going To Be That Way.