It Is A Capital Insult In This

Let's See If I Can Write About Something Other Than My Heart.

Life For Young American College Graduates Is A Festive Affair. Free Of Having To Support Their Families, They Mostly Have Gay Parties On Rooftops Where They Reflect At Length Upon Their Quirky Electronic Childhoods And Sometimes Kiss Each Other On The Lips And Neck.

Remember This... Develop A Sense Of Nostalgia For Something, Or You'll Never Figure Out What's Important.

The Love I Felt For Her On That Train Ride Had A Capital And Provinces, Parishes And A Vatican, An Orange Planet And Many Sullen Moons -- It Was Systemic And It Was Complete.

All Of My Books Have An Element Of A Man Who Is In Love With Somebody And Needs Them Desperately, Not Just For Procreation But For Being Able To Fully Unbosom Himself. He Only Feels Comfortable Discussing Things With Women. Which Is Funny, Because 80 Percent Of Readers Are Women!