I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

I Work Only With Lost And Founds.

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

Even Great Men Are Only Truly Recognized And Honored Once They Are Dead. Why? Because Those Who Praise Them Need To Feel Themselves Somehow Superior To The Person Praised, They Need To Feel They Are Making Some Concession.