Gate Gustafson: One entire and perfect chrysolite...
Gate Gustafson: Now, voyager!
Gate Gustafson: Saint John, for dummies
Gate Gustafson: To you, from failing hands
Gate Gustafson: Sole survivor
Gate Gustafson: Broken blossoms
Gate Gustafson: A new renaissance?
Gate Gustafson: Something's got to give
Gate Gustafson: Ghetto of memories
Gate Gustafson: Allegory of the European age of (T)reason
Gate Gustafson: The Malibu Manichaeism
Gate Gustafson: Great expectations
Gate Gustafson: [as long as the world needs] A warrior's soul
Gate Gustafson: Raptured
Gate Gustafson: Visions of love
Gate Gustafson: De Frieda la blonde à Margot
Gate Gustafson: …and vanish to specks of light...
Gate Gustafson: The emerald forest
Gate Gustafson: The blind watchmaker
Gate Gustafson: The cold shoulder
Gate Gustafson: Together in silence
Gate Gustafson: Money is sharper than the sword
Gate Gustafson: Look before you leap [for snakes among sweet flowers creep]
Gate Gustafson: Good men [do not go gentle into that good night]