And I Said To Myself That He

I Guess For Me Hemingway Is A Lot Like It Is For Others: He Goes Down Well When We Are Young.

You Have To Die A Few Times Before You Can Really Live.

You Are Thirty Minutes Late." "yes." "would You Be Thirty Minutes Late To A Wedding Or A Funeral?" "no." "why Not, Pray Tell?" "well, If The Funeral Was Mine I'd Have To Be On Time. If The Wedding Was Mine It Would Be My Funeral.

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.