So It Was The Hand That Started

Night Had Come On Like The Closing Of A Great But Gentle Eye.

In Order For A Thing To Be Horrible It Has To Suffer A Change You Can Recognize.

But No Man's A Hero To Himself. I've Lived With Me A Lifetime. I Know Everything Worth Knowing About Myself--" ~something Wicked This Way Comes

You're Either In Love With What You Do, Or You're Not In Love.

Have You Ever Watched The Jet Cars Race On The Boulevard?...i Sometimes Think Drivers Don’t Know What Grass Is, Or Flowers, Because They Never See Them Slowly...if You Showed A Driver A Green Blur, Oh Yes! He'd Say, That’s Grass! A Pink Blur! That’s A Rose Garden! White Blurs Are Houses. Brown Blurs Are Cows.