All Literature Is Gossip.

Talent Is A Valued Tormentor.

Wrinkles And Bones, White Hair And Diamonds: I Can't Wait.

Don't Wanna Sleep, Don't Wanna Die, Just Wanna Go A-travellin' Through The Pastures Of The Sky

A Boy Has To Peddle His Book.

I Told You: You Can Make Yourself Love Anybody.