If You Stay Still, Earth Buries You,

I Couldn't Unpeach The Peaches.

Wherever We Go, There Seems To Be Only One Business At Hand - That Of Finding Workable Compromises Between The Sublimity Of Our Ideas And The Absurdity Of The Fact Of Us.

The Sea Pronounces Something, Over And Over, In A Hoarse Whisper; I Cannot Quite Make It Out.

Like Everyone In His Right Mind, I Feared Santa Claus.

The Way You Live Your Days Is The Way You Live Your Life.