Hold Fast To Whatever Fragments

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

Joe And Jojo And I Had Lovely Day Together. I Love Joe So Much - More And More.

A Novel Is Like A Gland Pill - It Nips Off The Cream Of My Hysterics And Gets Them Running On Track In A Book Where They Belong Instead Of Rioting All Over My Person.

All Americans Come From Ohio Originally, If Only Briefly.