A Bottle Of Wine Was Good Company.

Where A Man Feels At Home, Outside Of Where He’s Born, Is Where He’s Meant To Go.

Now He Would Never Write The Things That He Had Saved To Write Until He Knew Enough To Write Them Well. Well, He Would Not Have To Fail At Trying To Write Them Either. Maybe You Could Never Write Them, And That Was Why You Put Them Off And Delayed The Starting. Well He Would Never Know, Now.

I Was A Little Drunk. Not Drunk In Any Positive Sense But Just Enough To Be Careless.

For A Poet He Threw A Very Accurate Milk Bottle.

I Like To Listen. I Have Learned A Great Deal From Listening Carefully. Most People Never Listen.