...people With Nothing To Declare Carry The

I Looked At Everyone And Wondered Where They Came From, And Who They Missed, And What They Were Sorry For.

Please Be Truthful, But Also Please Be Benevolent, Please.

Writing's Funny, It's Like Walking Down A Hall In The Dark Looking For The Light Switch, And Suddenly You Find It, Flip It On, And Then You Discover The Hallway You Passed Through Is Papered With The Novel You've Written.

People Around The World Were Moving From One Place To Another. No One Was Staying.

If I’d Been Someone Else In A Different World I’d've Done Something Different, But I Was Myself And The World Was The World, So I Was Silent.