More And More I'm Aware That The

Life Is A Process Of One Goneness After Another.

Sometimes There's Nothing But Sundays For Weeks On End. Why Can't They Move Sunday To The Middle Of The Week So You Could Put It In The Out Tray On Your Desk?

Nothing To Be Done Really About Animals. Anything You Do Looks Foolish. The Answer Isn't In Us. It's Almost As If Were Put Here On Earth To Show How Silly They Aren't.

The Zoo Is A Prison For Animals Who Have Been Sentenced Without Trial And I Feel Guilty Because I Do Nothing About It. But There It Was, I Wanted To See An Oyster-catcher And I Was No Better Than The People Who'd Caged Oyster-catchers For Me To See.

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.