Words Without Experience Are Meaningless.

My Answer To Your Question'does The Writer Have A Social Responsibility?' Is No.you Owe Me Ten Cents, Sir.

We Hasten To Alienate The Very Fates We Intended To Woo.

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

A Good Laugh Is The Best Pesticide.

I Believe The Poor Fierce-eyed Child Had Figured Out That With A Mere Fifty Dollars In Her Purse She Might Somehow Reach Broadway Or Hollywood - Or The Foul Kitchen Of A Diner (help Wanted) In A Dismal Ex-prairie State, With The Wind Blowing, And The Stars Blinking, And The Cars, And The Bars, And The Barmen, And Everything Soiled, Torn, Dead.