There's No Reason You Should Write Any

Garp Drank The Beer And Wondered If Everything Was An Anticlimax.

The Desire To Never Leave Your Side, The Desire To Never See You Again. The Desire To See Your Face Asleep On The Pillow Beside My Face And To See Your Eyes Open In The Morning When I Lie Next To You—just Watching You, Waiting For You To Wake Up.

If We Live Long Enough, We Become Caricatures Of Ourselves.

I Was Brought Up In A Community, In A Family That Valued Such Things As Good Manners, And I Still Do.

There's No Monkey Business About This Election,' He Told The Voters. 'if You're Enough Of An Asshole To Vote For Nixon, Your Dumb Vote Will Be Counted––just Like Anybody Else!