And The Color In My Eyes Has

I Thought You Were Sane," I Said, "but You're Just As Crazy As The Rest Of Them.

Modern Women ... They Don't Sew Your Pockets ... Forget That.

I Would Be Married, But I'd Have No Wife, I Would Be Married To A Single Life.

And Even The Trees We Walked Under Seemed Less Than Trees And More Like Everything Else.

As We Live We All Get Caught And Torn By Various Traps. Nobody Escapes Them. Some Even Live With Them. The Idea Is To Realize That A Trap Is A Trap. If You Are In One And You Don't Realize It, Then You're Finished.