The Head Has Its Confines. The Head’s

I Don't Want A Tombstone. You Could Carve On It 'she Never Actually Wanted A Tombstone.'

All We Are Is Eyes Looking For The Unbroken Or The Edges Where The Broken Bits Might Fit Each Other.

Happy Is What You Realize You Are A Fraction Of A Second Before It's Too Late.

We'd Never Expect To Understand A Piece Of Music On One Listen, But We Tend To Believe We've Read A Book After Reading It Just Once.

There Is A Kind Of Poetry, Bad And Good, In Evrything, Everywhere We Look.