Time Cures You First, And Then It

A Mother's Body Remembers Her Babies-the Folds Of Soft Flesh, The Softly Furred Scalp Against Her Nose. Each Child Has It's Own Entreaties To Body And Soul.

My Way Of Finding A Place In This World Is To Write One.

God, Why Does A Mortal Man Have Children? It Is Senseless To Love Anything This Much.

Will You Explain To Me Why People Encourage Delusional Behaviour In Children, And Medicate It In Adults?

You Never Knew Which Split Second Might Be The Zigzag Bolt Dividing All That Went Before From The Everything That Comes Next.