No One Should Be Alone In Their

The Echoes Of Beauty You've Seen Transpire, Resound Through Dying Coals Of A Campfire.

The Story Was Writing Itself And I Was Having A Hard Time Keeping Up With It.

For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn.

Having Books Published Is Very Destructive To Writing. It Is Even Worse Than Making Love Too Much. Because When You Make Love Too Much At Least You Get A Damned Clarte That Is Like No Other Light. A Very Clear And Hollow Light.

Paris Is So Very Beautiful That It Satisfies Something In You That Is Always Hungry In America.