My Answer To Your Question'does The Writer

You Lose Your Immortality When You Lose Your Memory.

I Have The European Urge To Use My Feet When A Drive Can Be Dispensed With.

Imagination Without Knowledge Leads No Farther Than The Back Yard Of Primitive Art, The Child's Scrawl On The Fence, And The Crank's Message In The Market Place. Art Is Never Simple.

I Should Allow Only My Heart To Have Imagination; And For The Rest Rely On Memory, That Long Drawn Sunset Of One's Personal Truth.

We Are Most Artistically Caged.