Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

The Dream Has To Be Translated Into Reality.

Our Age Has Need Of Violence," He Writes. And He Is Violence.

Life Shrinks Or Expands In Proportion To One's Courage.