We Lived In The Attic,

Unless I'm Reading An Assignment Or Doing A Paper Or Taking A Test, I'm Thinking About You.

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

The Creative Genius Begins In The Idle Moment, Dreaming Up The Impossible, And Later Making It Come True.

It's Funny How When You're Little, You Miss All The Little Lies. They Float Right Past You, But You Don't Wonder About Them Much. For A Long Time, You Think This Is Just Something Adults Still Do After Being Kids - Pretend.

And Somewhere In That Crimson-colored Never-never Land Where I Pirouetted Madly, In A Wild And Crazy Effort To Exhaust Myself Into Insensibility, I Saw That Man, Shadowy And Distant, Half-hidden Behind Towering White Columns That Rose Clear Up To A Purple Sky. In A Passionate Pas De Deux He Danced With Me, Forever Apart, No Matter How Hard I Sought To Draw Nearer And Leap Into His Arms, Where I Could Feel Them Protective About Me, Supporting Me ... And With Him I'd Find, At Last, A Safe Place To Live And Love.