What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

That Kind Of Tenderness Couldn't Be Permitted To Last. You Only Got A Taste, Enough To Know What Perfection Meant, And Then You Paid For It The Rest Of Your Life. Like The Guy Chained To A Rock, Who Stole Fire. The Gods Made An Eagle Eat His Liver For All Eternity. You Paid For Every Second Of Beauty You Managed To Steal.

Who Can Judge Another Man's Suffering?

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.