Joy Is For The Simple Or The

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

I Think Writing About Unhappiness Is Probably The Source Of My Popularity, If I Have Any - After All, Most People Are Unhappy, Don't You Think?

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.