Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

Nothing happens... but first a dream.