Death Meant Little To Me. It Was

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

The Years Have Gone By Quickly. Death Sits In The Seat Next To Me. We Make A Lovely Couple.

We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain.

If I Hadn't Been A Drunkard, I Probably Would Have Committed Suicide Long Ago.

Most People Are Much Better At Saying Things In Letters Than In Conversation, And Some People Can Write Artistic, Inventive Letters, But When They Try A Poem Or Story Or Novel They Become Pretentious.