Poverty Made A Sound Like A Wet

Poverty Made A Sound Like A Wet Cough In The Shadows Of The Room.

Here At This Far Lost End Of The Continent, Where The Trail Wagons Had Stopped And The People With Them.

When You're Older You Want To Learn From Other People.

Oh God, The Terrible Tyranny Of The Majority. We All Have Our Harps To Play. And It's Up To You To Know With Which Ear You'll Listen.

Don't Think. Thinking Is The Enemy Of Creativity. It's Self-conscious, And Anything Self-conscious Is Lousy. You Can't Try To Do Things. You Simply Must Do Things.