Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort

During The Act Of Writing I Have Told Myself Something That I Didn't Know I Knew.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

Dreams Say What They Mean, But They Don't Say It In Daytime Language.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.