It Is The Loose Ends With Which

All I Want To Be Is Very Young Always And Very Irresponsible And To Feel That My Life Is My Own-to Live And Be Happy And Die In My Own Way To Please Myself

We Grew Up Founding Our Dreams On The Infinite Promise Of American Advertising.

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

Nobody Has Ever Been Able To Experience What They Have Thoroughly Understood - Or Understand What They Have Experienced Until They Have Achieved A Detachment That Renders Them Incapable Of Repeating The Experience.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.