If I Could Not Smile, I Think

At Some Point You Just Have To Turn Around And Face Your Life Head On.

I Planned How I Would Kill Myself In The Time Of Churchill (stand Under Bombs), Victoria (throw Myself Under A Horse), And Henry The Eighth (marry Henry The Eighth)- Little Bee

I Know That The Hopes Of This Whole Human World Can Fit Inside One Soul.

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

This Is The Forked Tongue Of Grief Again. It Whispers In One Ear: Return To What You Once Loved Best, And In The Other Ear It Whispers, Move On.