The Dead Will Always Be Dead, But

Sheep Hurt My Father, And Through My Father, Sheep Have Also Hurt Me.

Time Flows In Strange Ways On Sundays, And Sights Become Mysteriously Distorted.

I Wrote My First Two Long Novels And An Anthology Of Short Narratives, When I Was A Manager Of My Own Jazz Bar. There Was Not Enough Time To Write And I Didn't Know How To Write Novels. Therefore, I Made Written Collages Of Aphorisms And Rags.

Life Is Not Like Water. Things In Life Don't Necessarily Flow Over The Shortest Possible Route.

I Don't Want Our Relationship To End Like This. You're One Of The Very Few Friends I Have, And It Hurts Not Being Able To See You. When Am I Going To Be Able To Talk To You? I Want You To Tell Me That Much, At Least.