I Know The Next Best Thing Is

In California Everyone Goes To A Therapist, Is A Therapist, Or Is A Therapist Going To A Therapist.

I Can See Every Monster As They Come In.

One Day, I Started Writing, Not Knowing That I Had Chained Myself For Life To A Noble But Merciless Master. When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended Solely For Self-flagellation... I'm Here Alone In My Dark Madness, All By Myself With My Deck Of Cards - And, Of Course, The Whip God Gave Me.

The Wind Is Us-- It Gathers And Remembers All Our Voices, Then Sends Them Talking And Telling Through The Leaves And The Fields.

I Am Always Drawn Back To Places Where I Have Lived, The Houses And Their Neighborhoods.