It Was Not An Adventure; It Was

The Phrase I Like To Use To Describe My Sense Of Time-a Play On Comparative Literature - Is Comparative Time.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.