Destiny And History Are Untidy.

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

Time Is A Great Conference Planning Our End, And Youth Is Only The Past Putting A Leg Forward.

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.