Ideas Are One Thing And What Happens

My Favourite Music Is The Music I Haven't Yet Heard. I Don't Hear The Music I Write: I Write In Order To Hear The Music I Haven't Yet Heard.

Everyday Is A Beautiful Day, Everything Is Pleasing

In That Case I Will Devote My Life To Beating My Head Against That Wall.

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.