Time Is A Circus, Always Packing Up

Much More Frequent In Hollywood Than The Emergence Of Cinderella Is Her Sudden Vanishing. At Our Party, Even In Those Glowing Days, The Clock Was Always Striking Twelve For Someone At The Height Of Greatness; And There Was Never A Prince To Fetch Her Back To The Happy Scene.

I Haunted Streets, Whorehouses, Police Stations, Courtrooms, Theater Stages, Jails, Saloons, Slums, Madhouses, Fires, Murders, Riots, Banquet Halls And Bookshops. I Ran Everywhere In The City Like A Fly Buzzing In The Works Of A Clock, Tasted More Than Any Fit Belly Could Hold, Learned Not To Sleep, And Buried Myself In A Tick-tock Of Whirling Hours That Still Echo In Me.

There's One Thing That Keeps Surprising You About Stormy Old Friends After They Die - Their Silence.

Love Is The Magician That Pulls Him Out Of His Own Hat.

The Only Practical Way Yet Discovered By The World For Curing Its Ills Is To Forget About Them.