If You Hold A Bird

We Lived In The Attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, And Me, Now There Are Only Three.

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.

Mine Are The Deep-seated Fears Established When We Are Children, And They Never Quite Go Away: The Fear Of Being Helpless, The Fear Of Being Trapped, The Fear Of Being Out Of Control.

Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.