We Have To Admire The World For

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

If They Ask You To Stand Still, You Should Dance.

She Takes Another Long Haul, Lets The Smoke Settle In Her Lungs-- She Has Heard Somewhere That Cigarettes Are Good For Grief. One Long Drag And You Forget How To Cry. The Body Too Busy Dealing With The Poison.

It Had Never Occurred To Me Before But Everything In New York Is Built Upon Another Thing, Nothing Is Entirely By Itself, Each Thing As Strange As The Last, And Connected.

I’m Not Interested In Blind Optimism, But I’m Very Interested In Optimism That Is Hard-won, That Takes On Darkness And Then Says, ‘this Is Not Enough.’ But It Takes Time, More Time Than We Can Sometimes Imagine, To Get There. And Sometimes We Don’t.