When You Feel Strain, Keep

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.

We Can Only Learn So Much And Live.

A Census Taker Tried To Quantify Me Once. I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Big Amarone. Go Back To School, Little Starling.

And Your Dinner For The Orchestra Officials." "haven't You Ever Had People Coming Over And No Time To Shop? You Have To Make Do With What's In The Fridge, Clarice. May I Call You Clarice?

We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.