Got Tight On Absinthe Last Night. Did

You Are All A Lost Generation. [with Credit To Gertrude Stein]

Everyone Has His Own Conscience, And There Should Be No Rules About How A Conscience Should Function.

When We Came Back To Paris It Was Clear And Cold And Lovely.

Critics Are Men Who Watch A Battle From A High Place Then Come Down And Shoot The Survivors.

Writing, At Its Best, Is A Lonely Life.