I Suppose All Writers Are

Some Days I Feel Like Playing It Smooth. Some Days I Feel Like Playing It Like A Waffle Iron.

And The Commercials Would Have Sickened A Goat Raised On Barbed Wire And Broken Beer Bottles.

The Plants Filled The Place, A Forest Of Them, With Nasty Meaty Leaves And Stalks Like The Newly Washed Fingers Of Dead Men.

If My Books Had Been Any Worse, I Should Not Have Been Invited To Hollywood, And If They Had Been Any Better, I Should Not Have Come.

The Flood Of Print Has Turned Reading Into A Process Of Gulping Rather Than Savoring.