Nothing Could Have Survived Our Life.

Nothing Annoys Me More Than Having The Most Trivial Action Analyzed And Explained.

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

I'm Just Not The Same. Half Of Me Is Out There Looking For You And The Other Half Is Wishing I Didn't Have To." I Don't Want To Live - I Want To Love First, And Live Incidentally. Don't-don't Ever Think Of The Things You Can't Give Me-you've Trusted Me With The Dearest Heart Of All-and It's So Damn Much More Than Anybody Else In All The World Has Ever Had.

Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

The Purpose Of Life On Earth Is That The Soul Should Grow - So Growl By Doing What Is Right.