I Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good,

My Books Are Elegiac In The Sense That They're Odes To A Nation That Even I Sometimes Think May Not Exist Anymore Except In My Memory And My Imagination.

I Was The One Who Did Come Through That Door. You Were The One She Was Waiting For.

"if You Paid Me For Work," Continued Max, Whose Rhetoric Was More Sophisticated Than You Might Expect From A Man With Food In His Beard, "i Wouldn't Have To Feel Worthless. There's Not Law Says Old People Have To Feel Worthless All The While, You Know. You Paid Me, I'd Have Some Dignity." Now It Was Mile's Turn To Nod And Smile Agreeably. "i Think The Dignity Ship Set Sail A Long Time Ago, Dad."

Sleep Is Over-rated. Have You Ever Noticed How It's Always Recommended To People Anybody With Half A Brain Can See Need To Wake Up?

People Sometimes Get In The Habit Of Being Loyal To A Mistake.