Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much

-she Remembered Them Kindly, For There Was A Sweetness In Boys That Didn't Last Long, Once They Became Men.

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

He Had Known Several Men Who Blew Their Heads Off, And He Had Pondered It Much. It Seemed To Him It Was Probably Because They Could Not Take Enough Happiness Just From The Sky And The Moon To Carry Them Over The Low Feelings That Came To All Men.

Maybe You Can Make Art Out Of Unredeemed Pain, But Only If You're A Genius -- Dostoyevsky Perhaps.

Yesterday's Gone On Down The River And You Can't Get It Back.