I Could Bear The Memory, But I

I Would Always Be A Better Hater Of Things And Institutions Than A Lover Of Them.

I Only Hope To Do Well Enough Before I Die To Have A House As Big As My Rich Uncle Ed And Aunt Carole.

Love's Action. It Isn't Talk And It Never Has Been.

The Safe Places Could Only Be Visited; They Could Only Grant A Momentary Intuition Of Sanctuary. The Moment Always Came When We Had To Return To Our Real Life To Face The Wounds And Grief Indigenous To Our Homr By The River.

I Could Bear The Memory, But I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing Thing.