We All Need A Meaning To Our

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.

There Are A Lot Of People In This Country Who Really Like My Writing. And A Lot Of Writers Respect Me. But The So-called Establishment? They Hate Me.

I Suspect There Will Never Be A Requiem For A Dream, Simply Because It Will Destroy Us Before We Have The Opportunity To Mourn It's Passing.

One Of The Things That Fascinates Me Is The Music Of Speech.

As Lao Tzu Says, "the Tao That Can Be Named Is Not The True Tao".