It Was The Year Of

The More I Get To Thinking, The Less I Tend To Laugh.

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me; I Am Shielded In My Armor, Hiding In My Room, Safe Within My Womb. I Touch No One And No One Touches Me. I Am A Rock, I Am An Island.

I Don't Very Often Think I've Done A Good Job. I Don't Like The Majority Of What I Do. I Shouldn't Say I Don't Like It, But I'm Not Satisfied With Almost Everything That I Do.

I See A Correlation Between Short Stories And Songs, Because Of Their Length And For What They're Meant To Evoke. Combine Certain Words With Melodies And It All Becomes Very Moving.