I Am An American – Chicago Born.

Alternatives, And Particularly Desirable Alternatives, Grow Only On Imaginary Trees.

I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

The Sand Swallows Burst Out Of Their Scupper Holes In The Bluffs And Out Over The Transparent Drown Of The Water, Back Again To The White, To The Brown, To The Black, From Moving To Stock-still Sand Waves And Water-worked Woods And Roots That Hugged And Twisted In The Sun.

Readiness To Answer All Questions Is The Infallible Sign Of Stupidity.

It's Goodbye To Reality When Love Sets In.