Act The Way You'd Like To Be

Coroner's Inquest: Death By Drowning. And He Hasn't Been To The Sea-shore In Ten Years.

Although Only One Man May Be Receiving The Favors Of A Woman, All Men In Her Presence Are Warmed.

But I'm Stubborn As Those Garbage Bags That Time Cannot Decay, I'm Junk But I'm Still Holding Up This Little Wild Bouquet: Democracy Is Coming To The U.s.a.

The Last Refuge Of The Insomniac Is A Sense Of Superiority To The Sleeping World.

I Feel That, You Know, The Enormous Luck I've Had In Being Able To Make A Living, And To Never Have Had To Have Written One Word That I Didn't Want To Write, To Be Able To Have Satisfied That Dictum I Set For Myself, Which Was Not To Work For Pay, But To Be Paid For My Work - Just To Be Able To Satisfy Those Standards That I Set For Myself Has Been An Enormous Privilege.