To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.
Come on up, boys -I'm dead.
The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.
An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.
You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!