Writing Turns You Into Somebody Who's Always

For A Pure Sense Of Being Tumultuously Alive, You Can't Beat The Nasty Side Of Existence.

What I Have In Mind When I Start To Write Could Fit Inside An Acorn-an Acorn, Moreover, That Rarely If Ever Grows Into An Oak. Write Fiction And You Relinquish Reason. You Start With An Acorn And You End Up With A Mackerel.

Sex Is All The Enchantment Required. Do Men Find Women So Enchanting Once The Sex Is Taken Out? Does Anyone Find Anyone That Enchanting Unless They Have Sexual Business With Them? Who Else Are You Enchanted By? Nobody.

Teaching ... Particularly In The 1990s, Teaching What Is Far And Away The Dumbest Generation In American History, Is The Same As Walking Up Broadway In Manhattan Talking To Yourself, Except Instead Of Eighteen People Who Hear You In The Street Talking To Yourself, They're All In The Room. They Know, Like, Nothing.

--nor Had I Understood Til Then How The Shameless Vanity Of Utter Fools Can So Strongly Determine The Fate Of Others