I Used To Build Dreams About You.

I Hope You Live A Life You're Proud Of...

The World, As A Rule, Does Not Live On Beaches And In Country Clubs.

But I Always Felt That I'd Rather Be Provincial Hot-tamale Than Soup Without Seasoning.

Wine Gave A Sort Of Gallantry To Their Own Failure.

He Must Have Felt That He Had Lost The Old Warm World, Paid A High Price For Living Too Long With A Single Dream. He Must Have Looked Up At An Unfamiliar Sky Through Frightening Leaves And Shivered As He Found What A Grotesque Thing A Rose Is And How Raw The Sunlight Was Upon The Scarcely Created Grass. A New World, Material Without Being Real, Where Poor Ghosts, Breathing Dreams Like Air, Drifted Fortuitously About...like That Ashen, Fantastic Figure Gliding Toward Him Through The Amorphous Trees.