I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At

I Associate The Garden With The Whole Experience Of Being Alive, And So, There Is Nothing In The Range Of Human Experience That Is Separate From What The Garden Can Signify In Its Eagerness And Its Insistence, And In Its Driving Energy To Live -- To Grow, To Bear Fruit.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

In Every House Of Marriage There's Room For An Interpreter.

Darling, Do You Remember The Man You Married? Touch Me, Remind Me Who I Am.