To Love Without Role, Without Power Plays,

All Creatures Tread Across The Rubble Of Ruined Civilizations. The Trick Is To Keep Moving. No Animal Ever Goes About Dispensing Shallow Compassion.

A Peacefulness Follows Any Decision, Even The Wrong One.

Content Without Style Is Propaganda Or Adolescence. Style Without Content Is Decadence.

A Deadline Is Negative Inspiration. Still, It's Better Than No Inspiration At All.

Oh Well, Maybe The Only Beauty Left In Cities Is In The Oil Slicks On The Road And Maybe There Isn't Any Beauty Left In The People Who Live In These Places.