I'd Rather Go Along With This Sense

I Guess We All Have A Little Vaunting Itch For Immortality, I Guess That Must Be It.

Writing Is A Demanding Profession And A Selfish One. And Because It Is Selfish And Demanding, Because It Is Compulsive And Exacting, I Didn't Embrace It. I Succumbed To It.

Justice Can Span Years. Retribution Is Not Subject To A Calendar.

When I Dig Back Through Memory Cells, I Get One Particularly Distinctive Feeling-and That's One Of Warmth, Comfort And Well-being. For Whatever Else I May Have Had, Or Lost, Or Will Find-i've Still Got A Hometown. This, Nobody's Gonna Take Away From Me.

Good Evening, And Welcome To A Private Showing Of Three Paintings, Displayed Here For The First Time. Each Is A Collectors' Item In Its Own Way - Not Because Of Any Special Artistic Quality, But Because Each Captures On A Canvas, And Suspends In Time And Space, A Frozen Moment Of A Nightmare.