Try Any Goddam Thing You Like, No

The Thing Under My Bed Waiting To Grab My Ankle Isn't Real. I Know That, And I Also Know That If I'm Careful To Keep My Foot Under The Covers, It Will Never Be Able To Grab My Ankle.

Isn't It Too Bad That The Great Truths Are All Such Lies.

As A Young Man Just Beginning To Publish Some Short Fiction In The T&a Magazines, I Was Fairly Optimistic About My Chances Of Getting Published; I Knew That I Had Some Game, As The Basketball Players Say These Days, And I Also Felt That Time Was On My Side; Sooner Or Later The Best-selling Writers Of The Sixties And Seventies Would Either Die Or Go Senile, Making Room For Newcomers Like Me.

In The Year 2025, The Best Men Don't Run For President, They Run For Their Lives. . . .

Symbolism Exists To Adorn And Enrich, Not To Create An Artificial Sense Of Profundity.