I Would Have To Find Something Else

On The Moon We Wore Feathers In Our Hair, And Rubies On Our Hands. On The Moon We Had Gold Spoons.

I Would Have To Find Something Else To Bury Here And I Wished It Could Be Charles.

No Live Organism Can Continue For Long To Exist Sanely Under Conditions Of Absolute Reality.

I Very Much Dislike Writing About Myself Or My Work, And When Pressed For Autobiographical Material Can Only Give A Bare Chronological Outline Which Contains No Pertinent Facts.

Bridge Is A Game For The Undivided Intellect.