The bad jazz that a cat blows wails long after he’s cut out.

Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.

To be cool is to believe. To stay cool is to have the sweet fragments of serenity rock your wig away.

You've got to watch your mind all the time or you'll awaken and find a strange picture on your press.

The flowers, the gorgeous, mystic multi-coloured flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people are the true flowers of life, and it has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in your garden.

The bad jazz that a cat blows wails long after he’s cut out.

Your wig steers the gig.