By The Time We Arrived,

His Face Was Very Heavily Creased, And Into Each Crease He Had Tucked Some Worry Or Other, So That It Wasn't Really His Face Any Longer, But More Like A Tree That Had Nests Of Birds In All Of The Branches. He Had To Struggle Constantly To Manage It And Always Looked Worn Out From The Effort.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.

What An Unbearable Sorrow It Would Be, To Realized I'd Never Really Tasted To Things I'd Eaten, Or Seen The Places I'd Been. What Life Would I Have? I Would Be Like The Dancer Who Had Practiced Since Childhood For A Performance She Would Never Give.

An En Is A Karmic Bond Lasting A Lifetime. Nowadays Many People Seem To Believe Their Lives Are Entirely A Matter Of Choice; But In My Day We Viewed Ourselves As Pieces Of Clay That Forever Show The Fingerprints Of Everyone Who Has Touched Them.

Can't You See? Every Step I Have Taken, Since I Was That Child On The Bridge, Has Been To Bring Myself Closer To You.