An Age Which Is Incapable

I Belonged In Idle Valley Like A Pearl Onion On A Banana Split.

If You Believe In An Idea, You Don't Own You, It Owns You.

All Men Who Read Escape From Something Else Into What Lies Behind The Printed Page; The Quality Of The Dream May Be Argued, But Its Release Has Become A Functional Necessity.

I Certainly Admire People Who Do Things.

He (the Agent) Just Takes Ten Per Cent Of Your Life.