Where Choice Begins, Paradise Ends, Innocence Ends,

Be Liked And You Will Never Want.

The Camera Has Its Own Kind Of Consciousness; In The Lens The Garden Of Eden Itself Would Become Ever So Slightly Too Perfect.

Nevertheless, One Learned Very Early That Books Had To Be Respected; They Were All Putative Bibles And To Some Small Degree Had A Share In Holiness.

Oh,elizabeth, Your Justice Would Freeze Beer.

But We Are Mostly What We Are, And The Turtle Stretching Toward Delicious Buds On High Does Not Lighten His Carapace By His Resolve.