If You Don't Like Someone's Story, Write

You Might As Well Say That The Woman Lies On Top Of The Man When They Are Making The Babies.

I Think Back To The Old People I Knew When I Was Growing Up, And They Always Seemed Larger Than Life.

Living Fire Begets Cold, Impotent Ash.

When I Began Going To School And Learned To Read, I Encountered Stories Of Other People And Other Lands. In One Of My Essays, I Remember The Kind Of Things That Fascinated Me. Weird Things, Even, About A Wizard Who Lived In Africa And Went To China To Find A Lamp... Fascinating To Me Because They Were About Things Remote, And Almost Ethereal.

When Rimbaud Became A Slave Trader, He Stopped Writing Poetry.