You See, Kenny, There Are

Only Those Who Are Capable Of Silliness Can Be Called Truly Intelligent.

What It Sees There Isn't So Much A Face As The Expression Of A Predicament.

Berlin Is A Skeleton Which Aches In The Cold: It Is My Own Skeleton Aching. I Feel In My Bones The Sharp Ache Of The Frost In The Girders Of The Overhead Railway, In The Iron-work Of Balconies, In Bridges, Tramlines, Lamp-standards, Latrines. The Iron Throbs And Shrinks, The Stone And The Bricks Ache Dully, The Plaster Is Numb.

California Is A Tragic Country - Like Palestine, Like Every Promised Land.

She Is Sighing Deeply Now With Sympathy And Delight - The Delight Of An Addict When Someone Else Admits He's Hooked, Too.