Be Lovely And Do No Harm.

It Was Just Enough To Sit There Without Words.

When Every Inch Of The World Is Known, Sleep May Be The Only Wilderness That We Have Left.

Be Lovely And Do No Harm.

The Music Was More Than Music - At Least What We Are Used To Hearing. The Music Was Feeling Itself. The Sound Connected Instantly With Something Deep And Joyous.

All Of Our Actions Have In Their Doing The Seed Of Their Undoing. ... That In Her Creation Of Her Children There Should Be The Unspeakable Promise Of Their Death, For By Their Birth She Had Created Mortal Beings.