Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are

Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

She Refused To Be Bored Chiefly Because She Wasn't Boring.

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

Experience Teaches You How To Do Things You Never Want To Do Again.