The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

Unless You Call Attention To Your Presence Who Will Know You're There? Even A Country Has To Weave And Wave A Flag As Proof Of Its Existence.