If Not For Sports, I Do Not

I Had Come To A Place Where I Was Meant To Be. I Don't Mean Anything So Prosaic As A Sense Of Coming Home. This Was Different, Very Different. It Was Like Arriving At A Place Much Safer Than Home.

The World Of Literature Has Everything In It, And It Refuses To Leave

Love's Action. It Isn't Talk And It Never Has Been.

Writing Poetry And Reading Books Causes Brain Damage.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.