No One Is Ever Ordinary.

If I Ever Get To 100, I'd Want To Be Filled With Wonder And Wild, Adolescent, Wide-eyed Interest In Newness. So Let's Keep The Flame Burning. Let's Stop Thinking Everyone Over 29, Or 49, Has To Be Reinforced By Concrete.

The So-called Real World. Human Misery And Sadness. Blind Politics And General Cruelty.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.

The Worst Vulgarity Is To Avoid Vulgarity Solely On The Grounds That It Is Vulgar.