A Man Without Hands Came

Get In, Get Out. Don't Linger. Go On.

All This, All Of This Love We're Talking About, It Would Just Be A Memory. Maybe Not Even A Memory. Am I Wrong? Am I Way Off Base? Because I Want You To Set Me Straight If You Think I'm Wrong. I Want To Know. I Mean, I Don't Know Anything, And I'm The First One To Admit It.

A Little Autobiography And A Lot Of Imagination Are Best.

And What Did You Want? To Call Myself Beloved, To Feel Myself Beloved On The Earth.

Every Great Or Even Every Very Good Writer Makes The World Over According To His Own Specifications.