Is Anyone Anywhere Happy?

I Didn't Know What I Was Doing In New York.

It's A Hell Of A Responsibility To Be Yourself. It's Much Easier To Be Somebody Else Or Nobody At All.

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

Winter Is For Women The Woman Still At Her Knitting, At The Cradle Of Spanish Walnut, Her Body A Bulb In The Cold And Too Dumb To Think.

Not Being Perfect Hurts.