Quote:
Originally posted by Capo de La Cosa Nostra:
Now that Lavinia has her verse
Let us both now celebrate
As long as you forget Al, my dear
And I'll be sure to forget my Kate

Oh, Mick
sweet Mick,
Why can't I be
the one you kiss
and gives you bliss
in that English park?
I know, it's getting dark
it's getting cold
and I'm too old.


I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)