Places To Hunt Places To Hide Are

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.

Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

Goodness Can Be Found Sometimes In The Middle Of Hell.

As A Recluse I Couldn't Bear Traffic. It Had Nothing To Do With Jealousy, I Simply Disliked People, Crowds, Anywhere, Except At My Readings. People Diminished Me, They Sucked Me Dry.