I Wish Somebody Knew Whether Or Not

I Am Simply Looking For A Companion With Whom To Spend My Days, A Companion Who Will Cherish As Much As I The Stupidity Of Living In The Moment, And Spend Every Dull, Amazing Second With Me.

I Developed A Crazy Face Rash After I Got Engaged To A Guy I Must Have Known Somewhere I Should Not Marry. I Hadn't Articulated This To Myself, So My Face Told The World Instead.

As A Writer, You Want To Go Somewhere Else Sometimes. You Want To Vary The Terrain That You're Exploring.

A White Girl Disappears From A White Prep School In A White Suburb. Nobody Knows What Happened To Her. The Overall Whiteness Of The World Is Threatened. This Must Be Resolved By Whatever Means Possible.

A Friend Of Mine Urged Me To See My Pain As An Opportunity. And Since The Same Psychic That Contacted Dion Fortune Had Told Me That I Was A "teacher" - She Didn't Mean At Columbia, She Meant In The Spiritual Sense - I Decided My Affliction Was The Universe Telling Me That It Was Time To Stop Writing Fiction And Become The Spiritual Guru I Was Clearly Meant To Be.