Three Years Ago, The White Hope Of

That God Has Managed To Survive The Inanities Of The Religions That Do Him Homage Is Truly A Miraculous Proof Of His Existence.

In The Court Of The Movie Owner, None Criticized, None Doubted. And None Dared Speak Of Art. In The Owner's Mind Art Was A Synonym For Bankruptcy. The Movie Owners Are The Only Troupe In The History Of Entertainment That Has Never Been Seduced By The Adventure Of The Entertainment World.

Despite All Our Toil And Progress, The Art Of Medicine Still Falls Somewhere Between Trout Casting And Spook Writing.

I Haunted Streets, Whorehouses, Police Stations, Courtrooms, Theater Stages, Jails, Saloons, Slums, Madhouses, Fires, Murders, Riots, Banquet Halls And Bookshops. I Ran Everywhere In The City Like A Fly Buzzing In The Works Of A Clock, Tasted More Than Any Fit Belly Could Hold, Learned Not To Sleep, And Buried Myself In A Tick-tock Of Whirling Hours That Still Echo In Me.

A Man Nearly Always Loves For Other Reasons Than He Thinks. A Lover Is Apt To Be As Full Of Secrets From Himself As Is The Object Of His Love From Him.