They Were Snobs Or Idiots Or Both...yet

If I Had A View Like This To Look Down On Every Day, I Would Have The Energy And Inspiration To Conquer The World. The Trouble Is, When You Most Need Such A View, No One Gives It To You.

He Looks Tired, Like Someone Walked On His Skin And Left Footprints.

The Bottom Line Is That I Like My First Drafts To Be Blind, Unconscious, Messy Efforts; That's What Gets Me The Best Material.

Her Only Thought Was Of Getting Away, As If She Were Carrying A Live Grenade From Inside The House, So That When It Exploded, It Would Destroy Just Herself.

Everyone We've Lost, We'll Find. Or They'll Find Us.