The Blood Of Love Welled Up In

Why Honey, Don't You Want To Get Dressed?" My Mother Took Care Never To Tell Me To Do Anything. She Would Only Reason With Me Sweetly, Like One Intelligent, Mature Person With Another. It's Almost Three In The Afternoon." I'm Writing A Novel," I Said. "i Haven't Got Time To Change Into This And Change Into That.

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin In This Life.

Perhaps Some Day I'll Crawl Back Home, Beaten, Defeated. But Not As Long As I Can Make Stories Out Of My Heartbreak, Beauty Out Of Sorrow.

The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew Makes A Star.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.