We All Want To Leave

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The Human Animal Dances Wildest On The Edge Of The Grave.

Trouble Is Said To Be Good For An Artist's Soul But Almost Never Is.

We All Want To Leave Our Children The Garden Of Eden And We Wind Up Giving Them Hardscrabble.

I Used To Think Romantic Love Was A Neurosis Shared By Two, A Supreme Foolishness. I No Longer Think That. There's Nothing Foolish In Loving Anyone. Thinking You'll Be Loved In Return Is What's Foolish.