Time Is A Great Conference

To Think Is To Be Sick.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.