For What Are We Born

But I Think The Great Dimaggio Would Be Proud Of Me Today.

[never Give Up Hope. Never Give In To Pessimism. Never Despair.] No Horse Named Morbid Ever Won A Race!

Show The Readers Everything, Tell Them Nothing.

There Was No Really Good True War Book During The Entire Four Years Of The War. The Only True Writing That Came Through During The War Was In Poetry. One Reason For This Is That Poets Are Not Arrested As Quickly As Prose Writers.

When You Start To Live Outside Yourself, It's All Dangerous.