Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands

No One Cared What St. Louis Thought, Although The City Got A Wink For Pluck.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start With A Blank Slate And Never Have Ideas Lined Up.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

Reading Is Such A Personal Thing To Me. I'd Much Rather Give Someone A Gift Certificate To A Bookstore, And Let That Person Choose His Or Her Own Books.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.