Talent Is A Valued Tormentor.

The Better The Actor, The More Stupid He Is.

Love Should Be Allowed. I’m All For It. Now That I’ve Got A Pretty Good Idea What It Is.

Are The Dead As Lonesome As The Living?

Reading Dreams. That's What Started Her Walking Down The Road. Every Day She'd Walk A Little Further: A Mile, And Come Home. Two Miles, And Come Home. One Day She Just Kept On.

My Major Regret In Life Is That My Childhood Was Unnecessarily Lonely.