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I Didn’t Know That Painters And Writers Retired. They’re Like Soldiers – They Just Fade Away.

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One Grand Boulevard With Trees With One Grand Cafe In Sun With Strong Black Coffee In Very Small Cups. One Not Necessarily Very Beautiful Man Or Woman Who Loves You. One Fine Day.

They Were Looking For A Stable, But We Didn't Have One. In Fact, We Weren't Very Stable Ourselves.

In Goya's Greatest Scenes We Seem To See The People Of The World Exactly At The Moment When They First Attained The Title Of 'suffering Humanity

We'd Like To Just Write Nothing But Lyric Poetry. The Trouble Is, The Individual Is Going Along Intent On His Own Personal Gratifications And Love Affairs And Financial Affairs And Everything Else. But Loping Alongside Him Is This Fascist Lout Who Keeps Trying To Take Over. And If You Keep Ignoring Him, He Gets Bigger And Bigger, So Every Once In A While The Free Individual Has To Turn Away From His Private Pursuits And Give This Fascist Lout A Few Clouts, And Beat Him Down To Size.