Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.