Everyone In The World Is Christ And

All Of The People Of My Time Were Bound With Chains. They Had Forgotten The Long Fields And The Standing Corn. They Had Forgotten The West Winds.

If People Did Not Want Their Stories Told, It Would Be Better For Them To Keep Away From Me.

If You Are To Become A Writer You'll Have To Stop Fooling With Words.

I Am Pregnant With Song. My Body Aches But Do Not Betray Me. I Will Sing Songs And Hide Them Away. I Will Tear Them Into Bits And Throw Them In The Street. The Streets Of My City Are Full Of Dark Holes. I Will Hide My Songs In The Holes Of The Streets.

Friends You Have, People You Love, Die And Are Born Again.