Some Of Us Who Live In Arid

It Was Once Suggested To Me That, As An Antidote To Crying, I Put My Head In A Paper Bag.

To Cure Jealousy Is To See It For What It Is, A Dissatisfaction With Self.

Writing Is Always A Way, For Me, Of Coming To Some Sort Of Understanding That I Can't Reach Otherwise.it Forces You To Think. It Forces You To Work The Thing Through. Nothing Comes To Us Out Of The Blue, Very Easily.

I Closed The Box And Put It In A Closet. There Is No Real Way To Deal With Everything We Lose.

The Future Always Looks Good In The Golden Land, Because No One Remembers The Past ... Here Is The Last Stop For All Those Who Come From Somewhere Else, For All Those Who Drifted Away From The Cold And The Past And The Old Ways.