Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe$$$ and$$$ like a reasonable man and an excellent father$$$ let her have her way in everything.

To look upon its grass grown yard$$$ where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly$$$ one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

He smoked so much marijuana that his hair smelled like a cupboard crammed with oregano.

Life is an X-rated soap opera.

Kids are perfect people till grownups get their hands on them.

Logic is relative.

Goodnight you princes of Maine$$$ you kings of New England.

Never such innocence$$$<br>Never before or since$$$<br>As changed itself to past<br>Without a word--the men<br>Leaving the gardens tidy$$$<br>The thousands of marriages<br>Lasting a little while longer:<br>Never such innocence again.

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow<br>Loosely as cannon-smoke...<br>Is a reminder of the strength and pain<br>Of being young; that it can't come again$$$<br>But is for others undiminished somewhere.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.