There Is A Crack In Everything, That's

How Can I Begin Anything New With All Of Yesterday In Me?

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

Garages, Barns And Attics Are Always Older Than The Buildings To Which They Are Attached.

And Sometimes When The Night Is Slow The Wretched And The Meek We Gather Up Our Hearts And Go A Thousand Kisses Deep.

After A While, If You Are Sufficiently Bored Or Unemployed, You May Want To Read It From Cover To Cover.