America I Used To Be A Communist

You Can't Escape The Past In Paris, And Yet What's So Wonderful About It Is That The Past And Present Intermingle So Intangibly That It Doesn't Seem To Burden.

When It Snows In Your Nose, You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

I've Got Enough Money To Live Where I Want, But I Don't Want To Move.go Out And Have Sexual Adventures In Burma.

The Suffering Itself Is Not So Bad; It's The Resentment Against Suffering That Is The Real Pain.