Beautiful Insane In The Rain

It’s Not That I Can’t Fall In Love. It’s Really That I Can’t Help Falling In Love With Too Many Things All At Once. So, You Must Understand Why I Can’t Distinguish Between What’s Platonic And What Isn’t, Because It’s All Too Much And Not Enough At The Same Time.

It Ain't Whatcha Write, It's The Way Atcha Write It.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones, The Ones Who Are Mad To Live, Mad To Talk, Mad To Be Saved.

Swinging On Delicate Hinges The Autumn Leaf Almost Off The Stem.