My Aunt Once Said That The World

She Spoke Of Evenings In The Country Making Popcorn On The Porch. Once This Would Have Gladdened My Heart But Because Her Heart Was Not Glad When She Said It I Knew There Was Nothing In It But The Idea Of What One Should Do.

Ray, What You Got To Do Is Go Climb A Mountain.

Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers. What Rembrandt Or Van Gogh Saw In The Night Can Never Be Seen Again.

Avoid The World, It's Just A Lot Of Dust And Drag And Means Nothing In The End.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back