Time Is The Element That Controls The

That The World I Was In Could Be Soft, Lovely, And Nourishing Was More Than I Could Bear, And So I Stood There And Wept, For I Didn't Want To Love One More Thing In My Life, Didn't Want One More Thing That Could Make My Heart Break Into A Million Little Pieces At My Feet.

I've Never Gotten Used To Winter And Never Will.

When I'm Writing, I Think About The Garden, And When I'm In The Garden I Think About Writing. I Do A Lot Of Writing By Putting Something In The Ground.

A Psychiatrist Once Asked Me To Draw A Picture Of My Family. This Is When I Was A Member Of A Family Of Four. I Drew The Three Other People In The Family First, Bodies And Heads. And Then, Last, I Began To Draw Myself - But Gave Up.

The Photograph Of My Brother That Is In This Album Shows A Young Man, Beautiful And Perfect In The Way Of Young People, For Young People Are Always Perfect And Beautiful Until They Are Not, Until The Moment They Just Are Not.