Sadness Is Very Close To Hate.

There's Always Been Anger In The Making Of Music Or Literature Or Dance.

I Want To Die On Your Chest But Not Yet She Wrote Sometime In The 13th Century Of Our Love

Tell Me, Is It Possible To Love Someone Who Is Not As Smart As You Are? ...but Isn't It Important For You To Think She Is Smarter Than You In Order To Fall In Love? ...why Is That? Because We Want To Know Things, How The Pieces Fit. Talkers Seduce, Words Direct Us Into Corners. We Want More Than Anything To Grow And Change. Brave New World.

It Doubles Your Perception, To Write From The Point Of View Of Someone You're Not.

There Is The Hidden Presence Of Others In Us, Even Those We Have Known Briefly. We Contain Them For The Rest Of Our Lives, At Every Border That We Cross.