I Am All The Ages I've Ever

Most Of Me Was Glad When My Mother Died. She Was A Handful, But Not In A Cute, Festive Way. More In A Life-threatening Way, That Had Caused Me A Long Time Ago To Give Up All Hope Of Ever Feeling Good About Having Had Her As A Mother.

Hope Begins In The Dark, The Stubborn Hope That If You Just Show Up And Try To Do The Right Thing, The Dawn Will Come. You Wait And Watch And Work: You Don't Give Up.

Trying To Reason With An Addict Was Like Trying To Blow Out A Lightbulb.

I Don't Think Anything Is The Opposite Of Love.

Your Unconscious Can't Work When You Are Breathing Down Its Neck.