“I can't complain,But sometimes I still do.”
“I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things considered, I can't complain.”
“Sometimes I feel hunted by my grief. It circles me, stalks me. It's always in my periphery. Sometimes I can fake it out. Sometimes I make myself go so still, it can't sense that I'm there anymore and it goes away. I do that right now.”
“I would have imagined that to be unimaginable. Sometimes I still do.”
“Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf.""Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN'T TALK.”
“If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.”