And As He Spoke, I Was Thinking,

You Don't Want To Repeat Yourself For One. You Don't Want To Fall Into The Clichés For Another. And You Don't Want To Be Licentious Really. You Want To Be Descriptive, If You Can Be. And You're Not Setting Out To Arouse Anybody.

I Was A Biography In Constant Motion, Memory To The Marrow Of My Bones.

It's Amazing How Much Punishment We Can Take.

What I Have In Mind When I Start To Write Could Fit Inside An Acorn-an Acorn, Moreover, That Rarely If Ever Grows Into An Oak. Write Fiction And You Relinquish Reason. You Start With An Acorn And You End Up With A Mackerel.

For A Pure Sense Of Being Tumultuously Alive, You Can't Beat The Nasty Side Of Existence.