"You are too cruel," she said.
"Well, Life is cruel," he answered.
"Not 'cruel'; I said 'too cruel.' You take
The petty ugliness of life and make
It into something cosmic, evil and absurd.
Life is shades of pink. To you, all's red."
"I turned life on its wicked head
Twelve years ago and shook out all
So-called complexity onto the bed,
Reduced it to a mean, forked, hollow thing
A mouthless woman, man without a sting
And saw, when it was done, fall
A shivering wet mouse, death in its eye."