I Spend Most Of My Time Writing.

I Am Part Of What She Thinks Is Her Illness, A Symptom Of Which She Thinks She Has Been Cured. She, On The Other Hand, Is What I Was Looking For.

You Know, Some People Fall Right Through The Hole In Their Lives. Its Invisible, But They Come To It After Time, Never Knowing Where.

Life Is Made Up Of Three Kinds Of People -- Those Who Live It, Those Afraid To, Those In Between.

Freedom, I Found Is Not Only In The Running But In The Heart, The Mind, The Hands.

The Length Of Sky Is Just About The Size Of My Ignorance. Pure And Wide.