But Death We Are, And Death We've

There May Be Writing Groups Where People Meet But It's Occasional. You Really Do It All At Your Own Computer Or Your Own Typewriter By Yourself.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

But Just Remember, Life Without Me Would Be Even More Unbearable.

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was None.

My Own Funeral, I'd Like To Be Laid Out In A Coffin In My Own House. I Would Like My Coffin To Be Put In The Double Parlor, And I Would Like All The Flowers To Be White.