All Americans Come From Ohio Originally, If

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.

Hold Fast To Whatever Fragments Of Love That Exist, For Sometimes A Mosaic Is More Beautiful Than An Unbroken Pattern.

Satire Is People As They Are; Romanticism, People As They Would Like To Be; Realism, People As They Seem With Their Insides Left Out.

A Novel Is Like A Gland Pill - It Nips Off The Cream Of My Hysterics And Gets Them Running On Track In A Book Where They Belong Instead Of Rioting All Over My Person.