I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer.

Everytime You Grab At Love You Will Lose A Snowflake Of Your Memory

I Almost Went To Bed Without Remembering The Four White Violets I Put In The Button-hole Of Your Green Sweater And How I Kissed You Then And You Kissed Me Shy As Though I’d Never Been Your Lover

The Cutting Of The Gem Has To Be Finished Before You Can See Whether It Shines.

We Are So Small Between The Stars, So Large Against The Sky.

Well It's True, Ever Since I Stopped Eating Meat I Feel A Lot Better Among Animals, I Feel I Can Be Much More Honest When I Pat A Dog.