Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of

And In Fact, I Think One Of The Best Guides To Telling You Who You Are, And I Think Children Use It All The Time For This Purpose, Is Fantasy.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.

All Reined Up In Old Language And Old Assumptions, Straining To Jump Clean-hoofed On To A Whole New Track Of Being I Only Suspect Is There. I Can't See It, Because My Educated, Average Head Is Being Held At The Wrong Angle. I Can't Jump Because The Bit Forbids It, And My Own Basic Force - My Horsepower, If You Like - Is Too Little.

The Trouble Is If You Don’t Spend Your Life Yourself, Other People Spend It For You.