I Lay On The Bed And Lost

Delirium: 'what's The Name Of The Word For The Precise Moment When You Realize That You've Actually Forgotten How It Felt To Make Love To Somebody You Really Liked A Long Time Ago?' Dream: 'there Isn't One.' Delirium: 'oh. I Thought Maybe There Was.'

People Want To Forget The Impossible. It Makes Their World Safer.

There May Be A Parallel Between Woodcuts And Radio; Radio Plays Are A Living Art Form Everywhere Except The Usa.

Walk Any Path In Destiny's Garden, And You Will Be Forced To Choose, Not Once But Many Times.

Books Smell And Feel Better. They Have That Wonderful Thingness Of Turning The Pages.