I Cut My Own Hair. I Got

Many Lovers Have Been Divorced By Having What Is Free Enforced.

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

The Line-storm Clouds Fly Tattered And Swift, The Road Is Forlorn All Day, Where A Myriad Snowy Quartz Stones Lift, And The Hoof-prints Vanish Away. The Roadside Flowers, Too Wet For The Bee, Expend Their Bloom In Vain. Come Over The Hills And Far With Me, And Be My Love In The Rain.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

I Came From A Very Intellectual Neighborhood. When We Played Cowboys And Indians As Kids, I Had To Be Gandhi.