He Thought About Himself And

I Am Pregnant With Song. My Body Aches But Do Not Betray Me. I Will Sing Songs And Hide Them Away. I Will Tear Them Into Bits And Throw Them In The Street. The Streets Of My City Are Full Of Dark Holes. I Will Hide My Songs In The Holes Of The Streets.

Next To Occupation Is The Building Up Of Good Taste. That Is Difficult, Slow Work. Few Achieve It. It Means All The Difference In The World In The End.

If People Did Not Want Their Stories Told, It Would Be Better For Them To Keep Away From Me.

Wait And Wait. Most People's Lives Are Spent Waiting.

I Wanted To Run Away From Everything But I Wanted To Run Towards Something Too.