How Wrong Emily Dickinson Was! Hope Is

Why Are Our Days Numbered And Not, Say, Lettered?

If I Could Change The Structure Of Existence I Would Do It. I Could See A Better Way To Live For Everybody.

You Use Sex To Express Every Emotion Except Love.

I Feel That Humor, Just Like Fred Astaire Dance Numbers Or These Lightweight Musicals, Gives You A Little Oasis. You Are In This Horrible World And For An Hour And A Half You Duck Into A Dark Room And It's Air-conditioned And The Sun Is Not Blinding You And You Leave The Terror Of The Universe Behind And You Are Completely Transported Into An Escapist Situation. The Women Are Beautiful, The Men Are Witty And Heroic, Nobody Has Terrible Problems And This Is A Delightful Escapist Thing, And You Leave The Theater Refreshed.

What If Nothing Exists And We're All In Somebody's Dream?