All Morons Hate It When You Call

The Great Gatsby' [...] Was My 'tom Sawyer' When I Was Twelve [....]

She Wasn't Doing A Thing That I Could See, Except Standing There Leaning On The Balcony Railing, Holding The Universe Together.

I Mean It's Very Hard To Meditate And Live A Spiritual Life In America. People Think You're A Freak If You Try To.

That's The Whole Trouble. When You're Feeling Very Depressed, You Can't Even Think.

We Are, All Four Of Us, Blood Relatives, And We Speak A Kind Of Esoteric, Family Language, A Sort Of Semantic Geometry In Which The Shortest Distance Between Any Two Points Is A Fullish Circle.