The Woman I Loved Died Because I

Unicorn. Old French, Unicorne. Latin, Unicornis. Literally, One-horned: Unus, One And Cornu,a Horn. A Fabulous Animal Resembling A Horse With One Horn.

Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey And Gunpowder On The Air.

Never Run From Anything Immortal. It Attracts Their Attention.

I Always Say Perseverance Is Nine-tenths Of Any Art — Not That It's Much Help To Be Nine-tenths An Artist, Of Course.

Sitting Up All Night Would Be Pointless If Somebody You Loved Wasn't Sitting Up With You, Picking Out Music To Play And Helping You Kill The Bourbon. Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.