You Win A While, And Then It’s

It Is Painful To Recall A Past Intensity, To Estimate Your Distance From The Belsen Heap, To Make Your Peace With Numbers. Just To Get Up Each Morning Is To Make A Kind Of Peace.

Your Heart Opens And Of Course You're Completely Panicked Because You're Used To Guarding This Organ With Your Life.

I Always Felt I Was Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel Trying To Get A Song Together.

We Are So Lightly Here. It Is In Love That We Are Made. In Love We Disappear.

Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But He Walked Behind.