My Cradle Was A Shoe.

On The Last Day Of The World I Would Want To Plant A Tree

We're Losing A Species Every Few Seconds. We Cannot Put Them Back. If We Change Our Mind And Say, 'oops, We Made A Mistake' - It's Too Late. This Is The World We Live With.

Certain Words Now In Our Knowledge We Will Not Use Again, And We Will Never Forget Them. We Need Them. Like The Back Of The Picture.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For

I Had Hardly Begun To Read I Asked How Can You Ever Be Sure That What You Write Is Really Any Good At All And He Said You Can't You Can't You Can Never Be Sure You Die Without Knowing Whether Anything You Wrote Was Any Good If You Have To Be Sure Don't Write