Most People Are Afraid To

I Am A Lover And Have Not Found My Thing To Love. That Is A Big Point If You Know Enough To Realize What I Mean. It Makes My Destruction Inevitable, You See. There Are Few Who Understand That.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

You Can Make A Killing As A Playwright In America, But You Can't Make A Living.

Only The Few Know The Sweetness Of The Twisted Apples.

The Lives Of People Are Like Young Trees In A Forest. They Are Being Choked By Climbing Vines. The Vines Are Old Thoughts And Beliefs Planted By Dead Men.