I Miss The Comfort In Being Sad.

I Went To Sunday School And Liked The Stories About Christ And The Christmas Star. They Were Beautiful. They Made You Warm And Happy To Think About. But I Didn't Believe Them.

Have You Ever Had A Broken Heart?

I Used To Lie Between Cool, Clean Sheets At Night After I'd Had A Bath, After I Had Washed My Hair And Scrubbed My Knuckles And Finger-nails And Teeth. Then I Could Lie Quite Still In The Dark With My Face To The Window With The Trees In It, And Talk To God.

If A Person Is Treated Like A Patient, They Are Apt To Act Like One.

There Comes A Point When A Dream Becomes Reality And Reality Becomes A Dream.