There Is No Delight The Equal Of

I Don't Take Accusations Of Selling Out Lightly.

Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of You With Love.

And In Time It Will Be As Though Men Had Never Come To This Perfect Corner Of The World-never Called It Paradise On Earth, Never Despoiled It With Their Dream Factories; And In The Golden Hush Of The Afternoon All That Will Be Heard Will Be The Flittering Of Dragonflies, And The Murmur Of Hummingbirds As They Pass From Bower To Bower, Looking For A Place To Sup Sweetness.

Being With People Makes Me Vomit. I Don't Like Em. I Never Did.

I've Always Thought That Sex And Horror Belonged Together.