I'm Only Telling You On The Truth,"

...it Was Necessary To Love Silence, But Before You Could Love Silence You Had To Have Noise.

Literature Can Remind Us That Not All Life Is Already Written Down: There Are Still So Many Stories To Be Told.

Whatever You Say, Say Nothing.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

The World Spins. We Stumble On. It Is Enough.