This Midwestern Sky Is The Nakedest Loneliest

My Mother Refused To Let Me Fail. So I Insisted.

Suppose You Ask God For A Miracle And God Says Yes, Very Well. How Do You Live The Rest Of Your Life?

Bourbon Does For Me What The Piece Of Cake Did For Proust.

I Sometimes Think Novelists Write About Sex In Order To Avoid Boring Themselves To Death.

It Is Not A Bad Thing To Settle For The Little Way, Not The Big Search For The Big Happiness But The Sad Little Happiness Of Drinks And Kisses, A Good Little Car And A Warm Deep Thigh.