We Meet On The Common

The Women In My Life Have All Been Librarians, English Teachers, Or Booksellers. If They Couldn't Speak Pidgin Tolstoy, Articulate Henry James, Or Give Me Directions To Usher And Ox, It Was No Go. I Have Always Longed For Education, And Pillow Talk's The Best.

If Blake Said That, Said Father Brian, He Never Lived In Dublin.

Time Was A Film Run Backward. Suns Fled And Ten Million Moons Fled After Them.

Here At This Far Lost End Of The Continent, Where The Trail Wagons Had Stopped And The People With Them.

Those Who Don't Build Must Burn.