We Lose Weeks Like Buttons, Like Pencils.

I Publish My Own Books, So There Isn't A Certain Editor I Owe The Book To At A Publishing House.

I Still Get My News From The Newspaper In The Morning. I Just Have An Affection For Paper, And That's No Secret, I Guess.

I've Purposely Stayed Away From Reading Much About Postmodern Theory, And Most Everything I Have Read Just Bored Me To Tears. I Don't Think Anybody's Written About It, Or Very Few Have, With Any Verve.

Nothing Again. No One Is Listening. No One Is Waiting To Hear The Kicking Of A Man Above. It Is Unexpected. You Have No Ears For Someone Like Me.

It's Not That Our Family Has No Taste, It's Just That Our Family's Taste Is Inconsistent.