James Whitcomb Riley was the poet of the Hoosier, and Jimmy loved to read from his work, which he did for me one day after dinner, to give me a feeling of the people and place whence he had come. - Dennis Stock
i'm claire. the things i love are words and sounds. i daydream more than the average lunatic. the reality i live in is decidedly different from yours. i find everything more beautiful if it's slightly disturbing.
"but i don't want to go among mad people," alice remarked. 'oh you can't help that,' said the cat: 'we're all mad here...'