I Don't Like To Listen To Music

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

I Have A Painter's Memory. I Can Remember Things From My Childhood Which Were So Powerfully Imprinted On Me, The Whole Scene Comes Back.

I've Always Known A Lot Of Very Bad People, Destructive, Brutes Of A Certain Kind. Then I've Seen These Lovely Impulses And What Not, And They've Stayed With Me And Comforted Me.

Life Is All Getting Used To What You're Not Used To.

The Density Of People In Society Is So Thick That We Forget That Life Will End One Day. And We Don't Know When That One-day Will Be. So Please, Tell The People You Love And Care For That They Are Special And Important. Tell Them, Before It Is Too Late.