I Am Inhabited By A Cry. Nightly

The Moon, Also, Is Merciless: She Would Drag Me Cruelly, Being Barren. Her Radiance Scathes Me. Or Perhaps I Have Caught Her.

You Have To Be Able To Make A Real Creative Life For Yourself, Before You Can Expect Anyone Else To Provide One Ready-made For You.

Ever Since I Was Small I Loved Feeling Somebody Comb My Hair. It Made Me Go All Sleepy & Peaceful.

The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate All Along, I Simply Hadn't Thought About It.

At Twenty I Tried To Die And Get Back, Back, Back To You. I Thought Even The Bones Would Do.