“All about them the golden girls, shopping for dainties in Lairville. Even in the midst of the wild-maned winter's chill, skipping about in sneakers… — Richard Fariña Copy Share
“The conscience of my elusive race gives not a fig for me, baby. But I endure, if you know what I mean.” — Richard Fariña Copy Share
“In the room, the cats eat mad spaghetti Talking of Lawrence Ferlinghetti. --from "The Dream Song of J. Alfred Kerowack.” — Richard Fariña Copy Share
