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Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

May God Bless And Keep You Always, May Your Wishes All Come True, May You Always Do For Others And Let Others Do For You. May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung, May You Stay Forever Young.