The Phoenix Must Burn To Emerge.

Memory Is The Fourth Dimension To Any Landscape.

What Happened To A Dream Without A Dreamer?

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.

I Was Tired Of Men. Hanging In Doorways, Standing Too Close, Men Who Made You Love Them Then Changed Their Minds.

A Couple Of Times, I Could Have Turned A Trick. But I Didn't Want To Start. I Knew How It Would Play. When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.