People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

It’s History. It’s Poetry.

I Don't Even Know What I Was Running For—i Guess I Just Felt Like It.

I Am A Kind Of Paranoid In Reverse. I Suspect People Of Plotting To Make Me Happy.

While I Was Walking I Passed These Two Guys That Were Unloading This Big Christmas Tree Off A Truck. One Guy, Kept Saying To The Other Guy, 'hold The Sonunvabitch Up! Hold It Up, For Chrissake!' It Certainly Was A Gorgeous Way To Talk About A Christmas Tree.

God, How I Still Love Private Readers. It’s What We All Used To Be.