You Love Someone, You've Got To Let

Usually People Look At You When They're Talking To You. I Know That They're Working Out What I'm Thinking, But I Can't Tell What They're Thinking. It Is Like Being In A Room With A One-way Mirror In A Spy Film.

...and I Went Into The Garden And Lay Down And Looked At The Stars In The Sky And Made Myself Negligible.

I Think I've Learnt That There Is No Character So Strange That You Haven't Shared Their Experience In Some Small Way.

I Knew There Was A Story; Once You Find A Dog With A Fork Through It, You Know There's A Story There.

Family, That Slippery Word, A Star To Every Wandering Bark, And Everyone Sailing Under A Different Sky.