I Hope That Death Contains Less Than

The Years Have Gone By Quickly. Death Sits In The Seat Next To Me. We Make A Lovely Couple.

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.

It’s When You Hide Things That You Choke On Them.

Intellectuals Say Simple Things In Difficult Ways. Artists Say Difficult Things In Simple Ways.

It's Not The Large Things That Send A Man To The Madhouse... No, It's The Continuing Series Of Small Tragedies... Not The Death Of His Love But The Shoelace That Snaps With No Time Left.