My Father Went Into The

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

I Remember The People I Knew In Prison; I Was Very Fortunate To Know Them - They Came From 1910, 1920, 1930.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.

It's Just That I See Love As Odd As Wearing Shoes-- I Never Wanted To Marry A Girl Who Was Like My Mother And Ingrid Bergman Was Always Impossible

I Learned Life Were No Dream I Learned Truth Deceived Man Is Not God Life Is A Century Death An Instant