The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being

The Way The Moon Dashes Through Clouds That Blow Loosely As Cannon-smoke... Is A Reminder Of The Strength And Pain Of Being Young; That It Can't Come Again, But Is For Others Undiminished Somewhere.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live. They Come, They Wake Us Time And Time Over. Theyare To Be Happy In: Where Can We Live But Days?

Sex Means Nothing--just The Moment Of Ecstasy, That Flares And Dies In Minutes.

I Wouldn't Mind Seeing China If I Could Come Back The Same Day.

What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.