What I Am Trying To Do Is

We Did Not Come To Remain Whole. We Came To Lose Our Leaves Like The Trees, Trees That Start Again.

Adulthood Has Something To Do With Not Choosing Any Of The Pure Points Of View, But Living About Half Of What You Really Want To Live.

The Older I Get, The More Beauty I See In The Word Renunciation.

We Spend Our Life Until We’re Twenty Deciding What Parts Of Ourself To Put Into The Bag, And We Spend The Rest Of Our Lives Trying To Get Them Out Again.

One Man Wrote Me, Saying, 'you Know Who You Are? You're Nothing But A Captain Bly Pissing Up A Drainpipe!'