I Give Myself A Good Cry If

If You Really Could Fit God In A File, You Wouldn't Need To Believe In God, You Know, You'd Just Go Get The File Like A Box Of Corn Flakes Off The Shelf.

It's Like Going Back To Being A Child Again. Someone To Bathe You. Someone To Lift You. Someone To Wipe You. We All Know How To Be A Child. It's Inside All Of Us. For Me, It's Just Remembering How To Enjoy It.

Small Towns Are Like Metronomes; With The Slightest Flick, The Beat Changes.

Tension Of Opposites.

We Need To Forgive Ourselves. For All The Things We Didn't Do. All The Things We Should Have Done. You Can't Get Stuck On The Regrets Of What Should Have Happened.