The Only Decent People I Ever Saw

To Discover The Mode Of Life Or Of Art Whereby My Spirit Could Express Itself In Unfettered Freedom.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

Quotation Marks Quotato Marks! Bah!

Once Upon A Time And A Very Good Time It Was There Was A Moocow Coming Down Along The Road And This Moocow That Was Coming Down Along The Road Met A Nicens Little Boy Named Baby Tuckoo