We Have All Been Expelled From The

I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some Of Them My Own, And I Am Not Who I Was, Though Some Principle Of Being Abides, From Which I Struggle Not To Stray.

I Like An Ending That's Both A Door And A Window.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To Endure.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.