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I Like Grit, I Like Love And Death, I'm Tired Of Irony. ... A Lot Of Good Fiction Is Sentimental. ... The Novelist Who Refuses Sentiment Refuses The Full Spectrum Of Human Behavior, And Then He Just Dries Up. ... I Would Rather Give Full Vent To All Human Loves And Disappointments, And Take A Chance On Being Corny, Than Die A Smartass.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

I Got $30 From Nation Magazine For A Poem And $500 For My First Book Of Poems.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.

I Have Closely Noted That People Who Watch A Great Deal Of Tv Never Again Seem Able To Adjust To The Actual Pace Of Life. The Speed Of The Passing Images Becomes The Speed The Aspire To And They Seem To Develop An Impatience And Boredom With Anything Else.