I Don't Really Do Anything

That The World I Was In Could Be Soft, Lovely, And Nourishing Was More Than I Could Bear, And So I Stood There And Wept, For I Didn't Want To Love One More Thing In My Life, Didn't Want One More Thing That Could Make My Heart Break Into A Million Little Pieces At My Feet.

The Shadow Of My Mother Danced Around The Room To A Tune That My Own Shadow Sang.

It Is Sad That Unless You Are Born A God, Your Life,from Its Very Beginning, Is A Mystery To You.

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

If I'd Thought That Nobody Would Like It As I Was Writing It, I Would Have Written It Even More. But I Never Think Of The Audience. I Never Think Of People Reading. I Never Think Of People, Period.