If You Have To Do It, You

You Usually Can Tell When A Writer Is Going Down Hill By The Size Of His Liquor Bill.

I Write Of The Wish That Comes True--for Some Reason, A Terrifying Thought.

New York Is Not Even A City, It's A Congerie Of Rotten Villages.

I Loved Her Like A Rabbit Loves A Rattlesnake

Yes, I Have Actually Mined Coal, And Distilled Liquor, As Well As Seen A Girl In A Pink Dress, And Seen Her Take It Off. I Am 54 Years Old, Weigh 220 Pounds, And Look Like The Chief Dispatcher Of A Long-distance Driving Concern. I Am A Registered Democrat. I Drink.