I Get So Lonely Sometimes, I Could

I Think We Fall In Love And Become Adults And Become Citizens In A Way By Writing Stories About Ourselves.

Be Willing To Be A Child And Be The Lilliputian In The World Of Gulliver.

Even The Best Of Us Are At Least Part-time Bastards.

Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still Find Myself Some Mornings Reaching For The Phone To Call Her. She Could No More Be Gone Than Gravity Or The Moon.

Sure The World Breeds Monsters, But Kindness Grows Just As Wild.