My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness

There Are Policemen In The Street And Angels In The Clouds

I Am With The Roots Of Flowers Entwined, Entombed Sending Up My Passionate Blossoms As A Flight Of Rockets And Argument; Wine Churls My Throat, Above Me Feet Walk Upon My Brain, Monkies Fall From The Sky Clutching Photographs Of The Planets, But I Seek Only Music And The Leisure Of My Pain

The Wisest Thing To Do If You’re Living In Hell Is To Make Yourself Comfortable.

Modern Women ... They Don't Sew Your Pockets ... Forget That.

I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.