It Seemed Like A Nice Neighborhood To

I Suppose All Writers Are Crazy, But If They Are Any Good, I Believe They Have A Terrible Honesty.

She Was The Music Heard Faintly On The Edge Of Sound.

The Streets Were Dark With Something More Then Night.

The Test Of A Writer Is Whether You Want To Read Him Again Years After He Should By The Rules Be Dated.

To Say Goodbye Is To Die A Little.