Wrinkles And Bones, White Hair And Diamonds:

I Remember Things The Way They Should Have Been.

I Told You: You Can Make Yourself Love Anybody.

Poor Slob Without A Name. It's A Little Inconvenient, His Not Having A Name. But I Haven't The Right To Give Him One: He'll Have To Wait Until He Belongs To Somebody. We Just Sort Of Took Up By The River One Day, We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I. I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Know I've Found The Place Where Me And Things Belong Together.

I Like To Talk On Tv About Those Things That Aren't Worth Writing About.

I Couldn't Understand A Sense Of Unease That Multiplied Until I Could Hear My Heart Beating.