Every Night When I Go To Bed

There Were No Men In This Painting, But It Was About Men, The Kind Who Caused Women To Fall. I Did Not Ascribe Any Intentions To These Men. They Were Like The Weather, They Didn't Have A Mind. They Merely Drenched You Or Struck You Like Lightning And Moved On, Mindless As Blizzards. Or They Were Like Rocks, A Line Of Sharp Slippery Rocks With Jagged Edges. You Could Walk With Care Along Between The Rocks, Picking Your Steps, And If You Slipped You'd Fall And Cut Yourself, But It Was No Use Blaming The Rocks.

...we Must Be A Beacon Of Hope, Because If You Tell People There's Nothing They Can Do, They Will Do Worse Than Nothing.

I Would Rather Dance As A Ballerina, Though Faultily, Than As A Flawless Clown.

When Things Are Really Dismal, You Can Laugh, Or You Can Cave In Completely.

You Can’t Buy It, But It Has A Price,” Said Oryx. “everything Has A Price.