I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.