I Don't Want To Go To The

A Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Fruit.

This Inhuman Place Makes Human Monsters.

If You Write (or Paint Or Dance Or Sculpt Or Sing, I Suppose), Someone Will Try To Make You Feel Lousy About It, That's All.

In The End We Always Wear Out Our Worries. That’s What Wireman Says.

I'd Like To Learn French Well Enough To Write In That Language.