And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Your homecoming will be my homecoming

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.

hopes dance best on bald men's hair