Nothing Can Be Said, Including This Statement,

Someone Once Wrote That Musicians Are Touched On The Shoulder By God, And I Think It's True. You Can Make Other People Happy With Music, But You Can Make Yourself Happy Too. Because Of My Music, I Have Never Known Loneliness And Never Been Depressed.

By Morning She Was Dead. She Had Not Died Of Starvation Or Committed Suicide By Any Conventional Means. She Had Simply Willed Herself To Die, And Being A Strong-willed Woman, She Had Succeeded. She Had Missed Dying On Her Birthday By Two Days.

For Me, Savannah's Resistance To Change Was Its Saving Grace. The City Looked Inward, Sealed Off From The Noises And Distractions Of The World At Large. It Grew Inward, Too, And In Such A Way That Its People Flourished Like Hothouse Plants Tended By An Indulgent Gardener. The Ordinary Became Extraordinary. Eccentrics Thrived. Every Nuance And Quirk Of Personality Achieved Greater Brilliance In That Lush Enclosure Than Would Have Been Possible Anywhere Else In The World.

Loneliness Is Not Being Alone, It's Loving Others To No Avail.

Two Tears In A Bucket. Motherfuck It.