Spring, / You Are A Pinking Shears:

I Convinced Myself That Sadness And Compromise Were The Ways Of The World.

Solitude Is Considered Un-american.

Each Of Us Only Feels The Torn Lining Of His Own Coat And Sees The Wholeness Of The Other Person's.

Fame Means Millions Of People Have The Wrong Idea Of Who You Are.

Photographs Are The Most Curious Indicators Of Reality.