If There Are Junk Yards In Hell,

Great Books Are The Ones We Need

The Years Have Gone By Quickly. Death Sits In The Seat Next To Me. We Make A Lovely Couple.

I Was Drawn To All The Wrong Things: I Liked To Drink, I Was Lazy, I Didn't Have A God, Politics, Ideas, Ideals.

Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16, I Am 23.

For Each Joan Of Arc There Is A Hitler Perched At The Other End Of The Teeter-totter.