One Should Not Believe Too

Life Is Weather. Life Is Meals.

Dresscodes Are For Styleless People.

The Normal Economic System Works Itself.

In 1957, I Decided: Write Or Perish.

Age Doesn't Arrive Slowly, It Comes In A Rush. One Day Nothing Has Changed, A Week Later, Everything Has. A Week May Be Too Long A Time, It Can Happen Overnight. You Are The Same And Still The Same And Suddenly One Morning Two Distinct Lines, Ineradicable, Have Appeared At The Corners Of Your Mouth.