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I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

Being In Love, She Concluded, Is Simply A Presentation Of Our Pasts To Another Individual, Mostly Packages So Unwieldy That We Can No Longer Manage The Loosened Strings Alone.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.

I Am Really Only Myself When I'm Somebody Else Whom I Have Endowed With These Wonderful Qualities From My Imagination.

We Get Something To Do And As Soon As We've Got It, It Gets Us.