Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

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