Almost Everybody Is Born A Genius And

He Asked, "what Makes A Man A Writer?" "well," I Said, "it's Simple. You Either Get It Down On Paper, Or Jump Off A Bridge.

But As God Said, Crossing His Legs, I See Where I Have Made Plenty Of Poets But Not So Very Much Poetry.

As We Go On With Our Lives We Tend To Forget That The Jails And The Hospitals And The Madhouses And The Graveyards Are Packed.

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock

It Began As A Mistake.