Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

Youth Doesn't Need Friends -- It Only Needs Crowds.

The Trouble With Emergencies Is," She Said, "that I Always Put On My Finest Underwear And Then Nothing Happens.

I Take A Sun Bath And Listen To The Hours, Formulating, And Disintegrating Under The Pines, And Smell The Resiny Hardihood Of The High Noon Hours. The World Is Lost In A Blue Haze Of Distances, And The Immediate Sleeps In A Thin And Finite Sun.

We Grew Up Founding Our Dreams On The Infinite Promise Of American Advertising. I Still Believe That One Can Learn To Play The Piano By Mail And That Mud Will Give You A Perfect Complexion.

Why Is There Happiness And Comfort And Excitement Where You Are And No Where Else In The World.