Iím going away tonight. Iím going
over the valley.
I must get to the station.
Boy, fetch my fiddle. Where is my clock?
All compound things are subject to breaking up.
Only one man ever understood me.
And he didnít really understand me.
Codeine . . . bourbon.
Nothing soothes pain like human touch.
Open the second shutter so that more light may come in.
The Earth is suffocating.
(*Assembled from the death-bed sayings of Salvador Dali, James
Brown, Cosmo Lang, Babe Ruth, Georg Friedrich Wilhelm Hegel,
Siddhartha, Frederic Chopin, Bobby Fischer, Tallulah Bankhead,
and Johan Wolfgang von Goethe.)