I Have Dined With Kings, I've Been

You Can Always Come Back, But You Can't Come Back All The Way.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder