There Are Whole Years For Which I

Once You Become Self-conscious, There Is No End To It; Once You Start To Doubt, There Is No Room For Anything Else.

The Past Is Strapped To Our Backs. We Do Not Have To See It; We Can Always Feel It.

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

Being Neurotic Is Like Shooting Fish In A Barrel, And Missing Them.

We Lavish On Animals The Love We Are Afraid To Show To People. They Might Not Return It; Or Worse, They Might.