Do Not Be Angry With The Rain;

Do Not Be Angry With The Rain; It Simply Does Not Know How To Fall Upwards.

I Think Like A Genius, I Write Like A Distinguished Author, And I Speak Like A Child.... My Hemmings And Hawings Over The Telephone Cause Long-distance Callers To Switch From Their Native English To Pathetic French. At Parties, If I Attempt To Entertain People With A Good Story, I Have To Go Back To Every Other Sentence For Oral Erasures And Inserts.... In These Circumstances Nobody Should Ask Me To Submit To An Interview If By "interview" A Chat Between Two Normal Human Beings Is Implied.

Memory Overshadows The Present And Dims The Future "into Something Thicker Than Its Usual Pea Soup."

The Lost Glove Is Happy.

Lolita, Light Of My Life, Fire Of My Loins. My Sin, My Soul.