Everything I Wrote Was True Because I

I Can't Think Of Anybody...who Knows The Sum And Substance Of What I Know And Feel And Cry About In My Secret Self All The Time When I Don't Feel Strong, The Sorrows Of Time And Personality, And Can Therefore On All Levels Make It All The Way With Me

All I Wanted To Do Was Sneak Out Into The Night And Disappear Somewhere, And Go And Find Out What Everybody Was Doing All Over The Country.

Who Doesn't Feel Studious When He Doesn't Have A Girl With A Riviera Suntan?

I Felt Like Lying Down By The Side Of The Trail And Remembering It All

My Witness Is The Empty Sky.