April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind.

Childhood Is Not From Birth To A Certain Age And At A Certain Age. The Child Is Grown, And Puts Away Childish Things. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.