Get Stewed:books Are A Load Of Crap.

To Put One Brick Upon Another, Add A Third, And Then A Fourth, Leaves No Time To Wonder Whether What You Do Has Any Worth.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.