I Didn't Fall In Love, I Rose

Misery Colored By The Greens And Blues In My Mother's Voice Took Away All The Grief Out Of The Words And Left Me With A Conviction That Pain Was Not Only Endurable, It Was Sweet.

Unless Carefree, Mother Love Was A Killer.

Somebody Has To Take Responsibility For Being A Leader.

More Than Fear Of Loving Bears Or Birds Bigger Than Cows, I Fear Pathless Nights. How, I Wonder, Can I Find You In The Dark?

You Have To Be Willing To Think The Unthinkable.