Never Job Backwards. What Might

Like All Harsh, Cold Men, He Was Easily Tipped Over Into Sentiment.

Love Of Life Is Born Of The Awareness Of Death, Of The Dread Of It.

I Always Make It A Rule Never To Look Back. Otherwise, I'd Ask Myself How I Could Write Such Piffle And Live With Myself, Day After Day.

I Am A Poet In Deeds--not Often In Words.

The World Is Not Enough