“And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.”

“We note our place with bookmarkersThat measure what we've lost.”

“Time it wasAnd what a time it was, it wasA time of innocenceA time of confidencesLong ago it must beI have a photographPreserve your memoriesThey're all that's left you”

“You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.”

“I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...”

“I have my books and my poetry to protect me.”

“And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.”