Words Move, Turning Over Like Tumbling Clowns;

It Was A Book To Kill Time For Those Who Liked It Better Dead.

The Manuscript May Go Forth From The Writer To Return With A Faithfulness Passing The Faithfulness Of The Boomerang Or The Homing Pigeon.

You Should Always Believe What You Read In The Newspapers, For That Makes Them More Interesting.

When I Have Eaten Mangoes, I Have Felt Like Eve.

Decades Have A Delusive Edge To Them. They Are Not, Of Course, Really Periods At All, Except As Any Other Ten Years May Be. But We, Looking At Them, Are Caught By The Different Name Each Bears, And Give Them Different Attributes, And Tie Labels On Them, As If They Were Flowers In A Border.