The Less I Needed, The Better I

My Objection To War Was Not That I Had To Kill Somebody Or Be Killed Senselessly, That Hardly Mattered. What I Objected To Was To Be Denied The Right To Sit In A Small Room And Starve And Drink Cheap Wine And Go Crazy In My Own Way And At My Own Leisure.

An Artist Is A Man Who Says A Difficult Thing In A Simple Way

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.

There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails.

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.