If You Die Before You Say Her

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

I Don't Want To Be A Queen. I Want To Be The Queen.

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.

I Was Always Intensely Romantic, Even When I Was Too Young To Understand What That Meant.

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.