Lay Me On An Anvil, O God.

Come Clean With A Child Heart Laugh As Peaches In The Summer Wind Let Rain On A House Roof Be A Song Let The Writing On Your Face Be A Smell Of Apple Orchards On Late June.

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.

Yesterday Is Done. Tomorrow Never Comes. Today Is Here. If You Don't Know What To Do, Sit Still And Listen. You May Hear Something. Nobody Knows.

We Don't Have To Think Up A Title Till We Get The Doggone Book Written.

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.