Wine Is Bottled Poetry, He Thinks.

But Dreams Have Ways Of Turning Into Nightmares.

Better To Have A Single Perfect Diamond Than A Sack Of Flawed Stones.

Sometimes I Write What I Can't Paint, And I Paint What I Can't Write. I Use A Different Part Of The Brain.

I Have Been Surrounded By Love Letters You Two Have Built Each Other For Years, Encased In Tents.

I Think Looking Forward Will Be Better Than Looking Back.