The Job Of The Writer Is To

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

The Man Who Seeks Revenge Digs Two Graves.

Always Stay In Your Own Movie.

You Can Count How Many Seeds Are In The Apple, But Not How Many Apples Are In The Seed.