Think About All The Tomorrows Of Your

There Is A Crisis Involving Reading In Certain Communities.

I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.

New York Is My Favorite City.

I'll Never Live To Write All The Stories I Have In My Head.