My Mind May Be American But My

Survival Is Your Strength Not Your Shame.

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

Dante And Shakespeare Divide The World Between Them. There Is No Third.

The Rum Turn Tugger Is A Terrible Bore: When You Let Him In, Then He Wants To Be Out; He's Always On The Wrong Side Of Every Door, And As Soon As He's At Home, Then He'd Like To Get About.

We Have All Our Private Terrors, Our Particular Shadows, Our Secret Fears. We Are Afraid In A Fear Which We Cannot Face, Which None Understands, And Our Hearts Are Torn From Us, Our Brains Unskinned Like The Layers Of An Onion, Ourselves The Last.