One Illusion Is As Good As Another.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

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

Father Said Conflict Develops The Character

Mr. Fitzgerald-i Believe That Is How He Spells His Name-seems To Believe That Plagiarism Begins At Home.

Nobody Has Ever Measured, Not Even Poets, How Much The Heart Can Hold.