Think Of Many Things. Never Place Your

I Don't Pick And Choose Subjects Or Settings; They Pick And Choose Me.

I Rarely Listen To Music While Writing. If I Don't Like It, It Bothers Me, And If I Like It, It Absorbs Me So Much I Can't Write.

I Simply Seem To Drift. But I Sort Of Allow The Drift, Because It Has A Kind Of Check - It Forces Me To Work Harder At What I'm Interested In.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

To Not Be Able To Love The One You Love Is To Have Your Life Wrenched Away.