it ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead
...and I'm standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth.
All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes Iād just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.
We are buried beneath the weight of information.