You Lose In The End Unless You

Your Idea Of Bliss Is To Wake Up On A Monday Morning Knowing You Haven't A Single Engagement For The Entire Week. You Are Cradled In A White Paper Cocoon Tied Up With Typewriter Ribbon.

If It's Freedom You Want, Come To Texas. No One There Tells You What To Do And How You Have To Do It.

People In Big Empty Places Are Likely To Behave Very Much As The Gods Did On Olympus.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.

Anything Can Have Happened In Oklahoma. Practically Everything Has.