A Loose Horse Is Any Horse Sensible

Every Sentence He Manages To Utter Scatters Its Component Parts Like Pond Water From A Verb Chasing Its Own Tail.

Stop Worrying, Nobody Gets Out Of This World Alive.

The Rattle Of Plastic Keys Reminds Me Of A Squadron Of Butterflies Failing To Fight Their Way Out Of A Paper Bag.

The Great Thing About Living Until You Get A Bit Older If You Are A Writer, And Especially A Poet, Is That You Have More Life To Reflect On. And I Think That If I Am Better Now - And I Think That I Am Probably Better Than I Was - Is Because That I Simply Have More To Think About, More To Get Under Control, More To Understand.

The Entrée Wasn't Tender Enough To Be A Paving Stone And The Gravy Couldn't Have Been Primordial Soup Because Morphogenesis Was Already Taking Place.