To Write You Must Be Warm, Fed,

I Have Started To Say "a Quarter Of A Century" Or "thirty Years Back" About My Own Life.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

If We Seriously Contemplate Life It Appears An Agony Too Great To Be Supported, But For The Most Part Our Minds Gloss Such Things Over & Until The Ice Finally Lets Us Through We Skate About Merrily Enough. Most People, I'm Convinced, Don't Think About Life At All. They Grab What They Think They Want And The Subsequent Consequences Keep Them Busy In An Endless Chain Till They're Carried Out Feet First.

Courage Is No Good: It Means Not Scaring Others. Being Brave Lets No One Off The Grave. Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

Sex Means Nothing--just The Moment Of Ecstasy, That Flares And Dies In Minutes.