We're Animals. We're Born Like Every Other

Sugar, It's No Parade But You'll Get Down The Street One Way Or Another, So You'd Just As Well Throw Your Shoulders Back And Pick Up The Pace.

A Wife Is The Earth Itself, Changing Hands, Bearing Scars.

But I've Swallowed My Pride Before, That's For Sure. I'm Practically Lined With My Mistakes On The Inside Like A Bad-wallpapered Bathroom.

Does A Man Become A Revolutionary Out Of The Belief He's Entitled To Joy Rather Than Submission?

If You're Writing, You're A Writer. If You're Talking About It Or Thinking About It, I'm Not So Sure. Writing Is Ninety-eight Percent Work And Two Percent Magic.