I Portray Myself As Wicked,

It Is A Mistake To Think You Cant Be Hurt If You Don't Care

I Want Faith; But I Am Faithless

I Crave The Indulgence Of My Senses But This Is Countered By An Interior Desire That Is Even Keener Than My Senses To Know The Meaning Of Things

Has Every Oyster A Different Taste?

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.