If The Present Is Really

Writing Takes A Combination Of Sophistication And Innocence; It Takes Conscience, Our Belief That Something Is Beautiful Because It Is Right.

Nothing Can Be Delicious When You Are Holding Your Breath.

The Earth Is Rocky And Full Of Roots; It's Clay, And It Seems Doomed And Polluted, But You Dig Little Holes For The Ugly Shriveled Bulbs, Throw In A Handful Of Poppy Seeds, And Cover It All Over, And You Know You'll Never See It Again - It's Death And Clay And Shrivel, And Your Hands Are Nicked From The Rocks, Your Nails Black With Soil.

Churches Are Good For Prayer, But So Are Garages And Cars And Mountains And Showers And Dance Floors.

When You Make Friends With Fear, It Can’t Rule You.