I´m A Stranger In A Strange Land.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.

Next To Music Beer Was Best.

It Is Music That Causes The Heart To Broaden And The Listener To Grow Cold With Ecstasy And Fright.

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

The Memories Of Childhood Have A Strange Shuttling Quality, And Areas Of Darkness Ring The Spaces Of Light. The Memories Of Childhood Are Like Clear Candles In An Acre Of Night, Illuminating Fixed Scenes From Surrounding Darkness.