“Food from the platter / Water from the rain / The subject and the matter / I'm going home again / Can't sell a leaf to a tree / Nor the wind to the atmosphere / I know where I am meant to be / And I can't be satisfied here”

“I am like a leaf on a river, riding along the top of the water, not quite floating, not quite drowning. So I can't stop, and I can't control the direction I am going. I can feel the water, but I never know which way I am heading.But I might feel lucky this day and avoid the sticks and branches scratching and pulling at me. ”

“I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.”

“I remember. All of it. And it hurts. More than I'd ever thought possible.I know where I am and what I've done and why I can't move or speak or open my eyes. And I'm scared.It was all a terrible mistake.I'd like not to be here. I'd like to go home now.Please.Please”

“I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.”

“I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.”