When It Snows In Your Nose, You

War Is Good Business Invest Your Son

There Is Nothing To Be Learned From History Anymore. We're In Science Fiction Now.

America, I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing.

My Books Piled Up Before Me For My Use Waiting In Space Where I Placed Them, They Haven't Disappeared, Time's Left Its Remnants And Qualities For Me To Use -- My Words Piled Up, My Texts, My Manuscripts, My Loves.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!