The Unconscious Mind Writes Poetry If It's

So What, Ghosts Can't Hurt You. That's What I Thought Then.

Now I Think All Of Us Were Born With A Hole In Our Hearts, And We Go Around Looking For The Person Who Can Fill It. You... You Fill Me Up.

It's Up To Men To Build Things ... It's Up To God To Blow Them Down.

Who Gets To Be Best-liked In Any Community? Who Is The Most Trusted? Why, The Man Who Does The Dirty Job, Of Course, And Does It With A Smile. The Man Who Does The Job You Couldn't Bring Yourself To Do.

Writers Write. That's All It Is. It Is As Simple, And As Complex, As That.