We Are Adhering To Life Now With

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

I Am Not A Critic; To Me Criticism Is So Often Nothing More Than The Eye Garrulously Denouncing The Shape Of The Peephole That Gives Access To Hidden Treasure.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.