Words Are Sexier Than Flesh.

I Dreamed I Spoke In Another's Language, I Dreamed I Lived In Another's Skin, I Dreamed I Was My Own Beloved, I Dreamed I Was A Tiger's Kin. I Dreamed That Eden Lived Inside Me, And When I Breathed A Garden Came, I Dreamed I Knew All Of Creation, I Dreamed I Knew The Creator's Name. I Dreamed--and This Dream Was The Finest-- That All I Dreamed Was Real And True, And We Would Live In Joy Forever, You In Me, And Me In You.

I've Always Thought That The Most Extraordinary Special Effect You Could Do Is To Buy A Child At The Moment Of Its Birth, Sit It On A Little Chair And Say, "you'll Have Three Score Years And Ten," And Take A Photograph Every Minute. "and We'll Watch You And Photograph You For Ten Years After You Die, Then We'll Run The Film." Wouldn't That Be Extraordinary? We'd Watch This Thing Get Bigger And Bigger, And Flower To Become Extraordinary And Beautiful, Then Watch It Crumble, Decay, And Rot.

A Man Kills The Thing He Loves, And He Must Die A Little Himself.

True Joy Is A Profound Remembering; And True Grief The Same.

You Cut Up A Thing That's Alive And Beautiful To Find Out How It's Alive And Why It's Beautiful, And Before You Know It, It's Neither Of Those Things, And You're Standing There With Blood On Your Face And Tears In Your Sight And Only The Terrible Ache Of Guilt To Show For It.