We’ve Died So Many Times Now That

You Can Steal My Women But Don't Play With My Whiskey.

Your Writing", She Said To Me, "it's So Raw. It's Like A Sledgehammer, And Yet It Has Humor And Tenderness. . . .

Sweet Christ, You Must Know That A Man Will Go Further For Any Poem Than For Any Woman Ever Born.

People Do Too Much. They Say Too Much.

Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep