She Was Seriously In Love, But She

Although I Didn't Think So At The Time, Things Were A Lot Simpler In 1969. All You Had To Do To Express Yourself Was Throw Rocks At Riot Police. But With Today's Sophistication, Who's In A Position To Throw Rocks? Who's Going To Brave What Tear Gas? C'mon, That's The Way It Is. Everything Is Rigged, Tied Into That Massive Capital Web, And Beyond This Web There's Another Web. Nobody's Going Anywhere. You Throw A Rock And It'll Come Right Back At You.

I Don't Know How Many Good Books I Still Have In Me; I Hope There Are Another Four Or Five.

You’re Really Cute, Midori,” I Corrected Myself. “what Do You Mean Really Cute?” “so Cute The Mountains Crumble And The Oceans Dry Up.

Things Pass Us By. Nobody Can Catch Them. That's The Way We Live Our Lives.

Even If You Managed To Escape From One Cage, Weren't You Just In Another, Larger One?