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The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.