Fantasy Is One Of The Soul's Brighter

Each Divorce Is The Death Of A Small Civilization.

Man Wonders But God Decides When To Kill The Prince Of Tides.

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.

It Is The Secret Life That Sustains Me Now, And As I Reach The Top Of That Bridge I Say It In A Whisper, I Say It As A Prayer, As Regret, And As Praise. I Can't Tell You Why I Do It Or What It Means, But Each Night When I Drive Toward My Southern Home And My Southern Life, I Whisper These Words: 'lowenstein, Lowenstein.

When I Was 5 Years Old, My Mother Read Me 'gone With The Wind' At Night, Before I Went To Bed. I Remember Her Reading Almost All Year.