You've Got To Rise From The Floor

When I Was A Boy I Used To Dream Of Becoming The Village Idiot. I Used To Lie In Bed And Imagine Myself The Happy Idiot Able To Get Food Easily ...and Easy Sympathy, A Planned Confusion Of Not Too Much Love Or Effort. Some Would Claim That I Have Succeeded.

Find What You Love And Let It Kill You.

Terror Finally Becomes Almost Bearable But Never Quite Terror Creeps Like A Cat Crawls Like A Cat Across My Mind

A Man Who Can Beat The Horses Can Do Anything He Makes Up His Mind To Do.

The Trouble With A Mask Is It Never Changes