To A Drinker The Sensation

All Dogs Can Be Guide Dogs Of A Sort, Leading Us To Places We Didn't Even Know We Needed Or Wanted To Go.

When You Love Somebody, Or Something, Its Amazing How Willing You Are To Overlook The Flaws.

Me, I Walk Along And Feel Quietly Defensive, A Recluse In The Land Of We. That's Quite The Loaded Word, 'we.

It Happened This Way: I Fell In Love And Then, Because The Love Was Ruining Everything I Cared About, I Had To Fall Out.

Love—the Desire To Love And Be Loved, To Hold And Be Held, To Give Love Even If Your Experience As A Recipient Has Been Compromised Or Incomplete—is The Constant On The Continuum Of Hunger, It's What Links The Anorexic To The Garden-variety Dieter, It's The Persistent Pulse Of Need And Yearning Behind The Reach For Food, For Sex, For Something.