I Like A Lot Of Margaret Atwood,

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

Clouds Are Poems, And The Most Moving Poems Linger On The Blackboard So Long, Written In Cursive So Lovely, They Also Exist Inside Our Fingertips. We Never Really Erase Them At The End Of The Lesson.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

You Have To Figure Out Who The Right Person Is To Tell The Story. And Often, People Who Are Very Self-aware Will Only Sound As If They Are Pontificating If They Tell The Story.

Falling In Place Was Meant To Be Very Much Rooted In A Place And Time, And Music Was A Part Of That.