The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

What's The Point Of Fighting The Dollars When All You Need Is A Warm Bed? When The Dog Barks You Let Him In. All We Need Is Someone To Let Us In. And One Other Thing: To Consider The Lilies In The Field.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

My Objects Dream And Wear New Costumes, Compelled To, It Seems, By All The Words In My Hands And The Sea That Bangs In My Throat.