I Don't Mean I'd Mind

Sometimes When I Think How Good My Book Can Be, I Can Hardly Breathe.

Fame Is Only Good For One Thing - They Will Cash Your Check In A Small Town.

What We Want Most Is To Be Held...and Told..that Everything (everything Is A Funny Thing, Is Baby Milk And Papa's Eyes, Is Roaring Logs On A Cold Morning, Is Hoot Owls And The Boy Who Makes You Cry After School, Is Mama's Long Hair, Is Being Afraid And Twisted Faces On The Bedroom Wall)...is Going To Be Alright.

And In This Moment, Like A Swift Intake Of Breath, The Rain Came.

I Haven't Anything Against Whores, Except This: Some Of Them May Have An Honest Tongue But They All Have Dishonest Hearts.