I Don't Remember Going To

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock

I Knew It Would Be You

It’s The Order Of Things: Each One Gets A Taste Of Honey Then The Knife.

If You Want To Know Where God Is, Ask A Drunk.

But My Whole Life Has Been A Matter Of Fighting For One Simple Hour To Do What I Want To Do. There Was Always Something Getting In The Way Of My Getting To Myself.