I Only Hope To Do Well Enough

There Are No Verdicts To Childhood, Only Consequences, And The Bright Freight Of Memory.

Man Wonders But God Decides When To Kill The Prince Of Tides.

I Could Bear The Memory, But I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing Thing.

Anyone Who Knows Me Well Must Understand And Be Sympathetic To My Genuine Need To Be My Own Greatest Hero. It Is Not A Flaw Of Character; It Is A Catastrophe.

Because She Deserved My Tears If Anyone On Earth Ever Did. I Could Feel The Tears Within Me, Undiscovered, And Untouched In Their Inland Sea. Those Tears Had Been With Me Always.