I thought of my often-dream where Time poured the fishes into the sky and the sky was full of star fish; stella maris of the upper air.
Shakespeare shook his head and sunk his chin into his ruff, making him look more owl-like than ever. I have written about other worlds often enough. I have said what I can say. There are many kinds of reality. This is but one kind.
It was very bad for me that my deafness happened at around the same time as I discovered my clitoris.
As your lover describes you, so you are.
Life was a pre-death experience.
In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.