All My Life I've Been Hiding.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.

Take Whatever You Can From Others, And When There Is Nothing Left, Forget About Them.

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

It's Not That You Aren't Likable. On The Contrary. You Are. It's Just That One Wonders If You Haven't Made A Career Out Of Being So Likable.

You Don't Die In The United States, You Underachieve.