The Sea Only Drowns Its Lovers.

But Now Isn’t Simply Now. Now Is Also A Cold Reminder: One Whole Day Later Than Yesterday, One Year Later Than Last Year. Every Now Is Labeled With Its Date, Rendering All Past Nows Obsolete, Until — Later Of Sooner — Perhaps — No, Not Perhaps — Quite Certainly: It Will Come.

In Order To Get The Worst Possible First Impression Of Los Angeles One Should Arrive There By Bus, Preferably In Summer And On A Saturday Night.

But Seriously, I Believe I'm A Sort Of Ideal Woman, If You Know What I Mean. I'm The Sort Of Woman Who Can Take Men Away From Their Wives, But I Could Never Keep Anybody For Long. And That's Because I'm The Type Which Every Man Imagines He Wants, Until He Gets Me; And Then He Finds He Doesn't Really, After All.

I Feel It's So Easy To Condemn This Country [the United States]; But They Don't Understand That This Is Where The Mistakes Are Being Made - And Made First, So That We're Going To Get The Answers First.

Staring And Staring Into The Mirror, It Sees Many Faces Within Its Face - The Face Of The Child, The Boy, The Young Man, The Not-so-young Man - All Present Still, Preserved Like Fossils On Superimposed Layers, And, Like Fossils, Dead. Their Message To This Live Dying Creature Is: Look At Us - We Have Died - What Is There To Be Afraid Of? It Answers Them: But That Happened So Gradually, So Easily. I'm Afraid Of Being Rushed.