I Must Get My Soul Back From

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.

What Is So Real As The Cry Of A Child? A Rabbit's Cry May Be Wilder But It Has No Soul.

Masks Are The Order Of The Day - And The Least I Can Do Is Cultivate The Illusion That I Am Gay, Serene, Not Hollow And Afraid.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.

I Never Feel So Much Myself As When I'm In A Hot Bath.