I Have Measured Out My Life With

There Will Be Time To Murder And Create.

Art Serves Us Best Precisely At That Point Where It Can Shift Our Sense Of What Is Possible, When We Know More Than We Knew Before, When We Feel We Have - By Some Manner Of A Leap - Encountered The Truth. That, By The Logic Of Art, Is Always Worth The Pain.

Here Were Decent Godless People; Their Only Monument The Asphalt Road And A Thousand Lost Golf Balls.

I Grow Old … I Grow Old … I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled.

And Indeed There Will Be Time To Wonder, 'do I Dare?', And 'do I Dare?