No Matter How Long You

Mere Humans Who Root Through Their Refrigerators At Three O'clock In The Morning Can Only Produce Writing That Matches What They Do. And That Includes Me.

Music Brings A Warm Glow To My Vision, Thawing Mind And Muscle From Their Endless Wintering.

No One Could Say How Long That Life Would Last. Whatever Has Form Can Disappear In An Instant.

Don't Tell Me Anymore. You Should Have Your Dream, As The Old Woman Told You To. I Understand How You Feel, But If You Put Those Feelings Into Words They Will Turn Into Lies. (from Thailand)

But The Silence Spoke Volumes.