I Put My Hand On

Be The Instrument Playing The Sound Of Your Life's Passing

Just To Be A Functioning Adult In The World, We Develop All Of These Layers Of Protection. When We See Homeless People, We Don't Cry, Even Though Homeless People Probably Deserve Our Tears - You Know, It's A Horrible Thing.

I Don't Think That There Are Any Limits To How Excellent We Could Make Life Seem.

I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn’t Want To Lose But Lost And Have To Remember

They Reciprocated The Great And Saving Lie--that Our Love For Things Is Greater Than Our Lover For Our Love For Things--willfully Playing The Parts They Wrote For Themselves, Willfully Creating And Believing Fictions Necessary For Life.