You've Only Got So Long To Live.

I Get Into A Rut, Unable To Yank My Mind Out Of It.

I Love The People,' I Said. 'i Have Room In Me For Love, And For Ever So Many Little Lives.

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defensless That I Couldn't Do It. It Was As If What I Wanted To Kill Wasn't In That Skin Or The Thin Blue Pulse That Jumped Under My Thumb, But Somewhere Else, Deeper, More Secret, And A Whole Lot Harder To Get.

So Many People Are Shut Up Tight Inside Themselves Like Boxes, Yet They Would Open Up, Unfolding Quite Wonderfully, If Only You Were Interested In Them.

If They Substituted The Word 'lust' For 'love' In The Popular Songs It Would Come Nearer The Truth.