I'm A Cynical Idealist.

Experience Is Not Worth The Getting. It's Not A Thing That Happens Pleasantly To A Passive You--it's A Wall That An Active You Runs Up Against.

I Was Thirty. Before Me Stretched The Portentous, Menacing Road Of A New Decade.

But I Felt That Tom Would Drift On Forever Seeking, A Little Wistfully, For The Dramatic Turbulence Of Some Irrecoverable Football Game

They Slipped Briskly Into An Intimacy From Which They Never Recovered.

No Decent Career Was Ever Founded On A Public.