Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of

Dreams Are Shores Where The Ocean Of Spirit Meets The Land Of Matter. Dreams Are Beaches Where The Yet-to-be, The Once-were, The Will-never-be May Walk Awhile With The Still-are.

If Your Words're True, They're Armed.

When Insolvent, Pack Minimally, With A Valise Tough Enough To Be Thrown Onto A London Pavement From A First- Or Second-floor Window. Insist On Hotel Rooms No Higher.

Taro Taught Me That People Respect Spirit, But Even Cowards Don't Respect Cowards.

Hate Eats The Hater The Way Ogres Eat Little Boys.