My Eyes Close. I Am Here And

Put Your Backbone Where Your Wishbone Is.

What Is The Difference Between My Life And My Love? One Gets Me Low, The Other Lets Me Go.

And The Process Of Reading Is Such A Private One. I Once Came Into A Room Where A Friend Of Mine Was Reading One Of My Books, And He Clicked His Tongue Impatiently And Shooed Me Off.

Is It Not Love That Knows How To Make Smooth Things Rough And Rough Things Smooth?

God Save Us From People Who Mean Well.