There Are So Many People In The

I Wonder How Many Ways There Are For A Mother To Produce That Wreckage In Her Own Daughter, And My Muscles Tense As I Think Of Them.

It Takes A Lot Of Energy And Creativity To Make Such Screwed Up Lives Carry On. And The Kind Of Will People Have To Survive, Year After Year, Dealing With That Stuff, Is Weirdly Impressive.

There Are So Many People In The World, And I Want To Know Them All But I Don’t Even Know My Next-door Neighbor’s Name.

Everybodys Got Their Own Situation And Their Own Needs.

All The Emails I Get These Days Start With Sorry But I've Been So Busy, And I Don't Understand How We Can Be So Busy And Then Have Nothing To Say To Each Other.