I Certainly Admire People Who Do Things.

If I Wasn't Hard, I Wouldn't Be Alive. If I Couldn't Ever Be Gentle, I Wouldn't Deserve To Be Alive.

As It Is She Will Probably Turn Out To Be One Of These Acid-faced Virgins That Sit Behind Little Desks In Public Libraries And Stamp Dates In Books.

He Was A Guy Who Talked With Commas, Like A Heavy Novel. Over The Phone Anyway.

She Gave Me A Smile I Could Feel In My Hip Pocket.

It Is A Language Which Is Being Molded By Writers To Do Delicate Things And Yet Be In The Grasp Of Superficially Educated People.