I Think It Was Very

I Am Everybody And Every Time, I Always Call Myself By Your Name.

And I Watch My Words From A Long Way Off. They Are More Yours Than Mine. They Climb On My Old Suffering Like Ivy.

Absence Is A House So Vast That Inside You Will Pass Through Its Walls And Hang Pictures On The Air.

There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

To Feel The Affection That Comes From Those Whom We Do Not Know ... Widens Out The Boundaries Of Our Being, And Unites All Living Things.