One Illusion Is As Good As Another.

And Only Weaklings...who Lack Courage And The Power To Feel They're Right When The Whole World Says They're Wrong, Ever Lose.

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

The Night You Gave Me My Birthday Party... You Were A Young Lieutenant And I Was A Fragrant Phantom, Wasn't I? And It Was A Radiant Night, A Night Of Soft Conspiracy And The Trees Agreed That It Was All Going To Be For The Best.

People Are Like Almanacs, Bonnie - You Never Can Find The Information You're Looking For, But The Casual Reading Is Well Worth The Trouble.

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For