I Read Cover To Cover Every Jazz

The Flame Is Not Out, But It Is Flickering.

We Strain To Listen To The Ghosts And Echoes Of Our Inexpressibly Wise Past, And We Have An Obligation To Maintain These Places, To Provide These Sanctuaries, So That People May Be In The Presence Of Forces Larger Than Those Of The Moment.

In A Sense I've Made The Same Film Over And Over Again. In All Of Them I've Asked, 'who Are We As Americans?

Write: Write Letters. Keep Journals. Besides Your Children, There Is No Surer Way Of Achieving Immortality.

You Know, You Meet Some People, And Do A Lot Of Interviews, And You Come Across A Buck O'neill And You Know You Are Going To Know Him For The Rest Of Your Life. The Same Thing Happened With.