The Desire To Be Loved Is The

We Yearned For The Future. How Did We Learn It, That Talent For Insatiability?

War Is What Happens When Language Fails.

I Am Not Your Justification For Existence.

Axiom: You Are A Sea. Your Eye- Lids Curve Over Chaos My Hands Where They Touch You, Create Small Inhabited Islands Soon You Will Be All Earth: A Known Land, A Country.

There Are Some Women Who Seem To Be Born Without Fear, Just As There Are People Who Are Born Without The Ability To Feel Pain ... Providence Appears To Protect Such Women, Maybe Out Of Astonishment.