And What Can I Tell You, My

I'm Afraid To Live Any Place But In Expectation. I'm No Life-risk.

Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.

I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer. My Province Is Small, And I Try To Explore It Very, Very Thoroughly.

You Have Money, Fame, Youth, Beauty, Talent. That's A Good Start... For Feeling Good.

Dance Me To Your Beauty With A Burning Violin Dance Me Through The Panic 'til I'm Gathered Safely In Lift Me Like An Olive Branch And Be My Homeward Dove Dance Me To The End Of Love