Listening To It Was Like

Lover," She Whispers, And Closes Her Eyes. It Falls Upon Her. Love Is Like Dying.

Pray For Rain While Digging A Well.

Homesickness Is Not Always A Vague, Nostalgic, Almost Beautiful Emotion, Although That Is Somehow The Way We Always Seem To Picture It In Our Mind. It Can Be A Terribly Keen Blade, Not Just A Sickness In Metaphor But In Fact As Well. It Can Change The Way One Looks At The World; The Faces One Sees In The Street Look Not Just Indifferent But Ugly... Perhaps Even Malignant. Homesickness Is A Real Sickness--the Ache Of The Uprooted Plant.

...you Need Openness And Inability To Do Anything Other Than Get To The Point.

If You Don't Have Time To Read, You Don't Have The Time (or The Tools) To Write. Simple As That.