I Don't Exist Without Writing.

Everything Is Temporary If You Give It Enough Time.

I Love To Be Alone With Life. I Love To Study Simple Things: The Light As It Filters In A Window; The Music Of A Room Full Of People Chatting; A Horizon.

Gather Yourself By The Sea Shore And I Will Love You There. Assemble Yourself With Wild Things, With Songs Of The Sparrow And Sea-foam. Let Mad Beauty Collect Itself In Your Eyes And It Will Shine - Calling Me. For I Long For A Man With Nests Of Wild Things In His Hair. A Man Who Will Kiss The Flame.

Excuse Me, Guess I've Mistaken You For Somebody Else, Somebody Who Gave A Damn, Somebody More Like Myself.

My Hands Are Small, But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own... I Am Never Broken.