You've Such A Lovely Temperature.

Scott Fitzgerald Was Mortally Afraid Of Lightning.

People Fall In Love, But Have To Climb Out.

Hombre, There Are Bodegas Open All Night Long.

Having Books Published Is Very Destructive To Writing. It Is Even Worse Than Making Love Too Much. Because When You Make Love Too Much At Least You Get A Damned Clarte That Is Like No Other Light. A Very Clear And Hollow Light.

The House Was Built On The Highest Part Of The Narrow Tongue Of Land Between The Harbor And The Open Sea. It Had Lasted Through Three Hurricanes And It Was Built Solid As A Ship.