I Felt Like Lying Down By The

The Yard Was Full Of Tomato Plants About To Ripen, And Mint, Mint, Everything Smelling Of Mint, And One Fine Old Tree That I Loved To Sit Under On Those Cool Perfect Starry California October Nights Unmatched Anywhere In The World.

Roaring Dreams Take Place In A Perfectly Silent Mind. Now That We Know This, Throw The Raft Away.

I'd Better Be A Poet Or Lay Down Dead.

If Moderation Is A Fault, Then Indifference Is A Crime.

Something Great Is About To Happen To Me: I'm About To Love Somebody Very Much.