Some Nights Are Made For

In The Netherlands I Read The First Chapter Of Exquisite Corpse To An Audience That Laughed In All The Places I Thought Were Funny - An Experience I've Never Had In America!

And I Can't Think Of A Reason I'd Ever Use A Pseudonym, As I Wouldn't Want To Publish Something That I Didn't Like Enough To Put My Name On It.

I Believe In Whatever Gets You Throught The Night. [...] Night Is The Hardest Time To Be Alive. For Me, Anyway. It Lasts So Long, And Four A.m.knows All My Secrets.

The Sky Is Purple, The Flare Of A Match Behind A Cupped Hand Is Gold; The Liquor Is Green, Bright Green, Made From A Thousand Herbs, Made From Altars. Those Who Know Enough To Drink Chartreuse At Mardi Gras Are Lucky, Because The Distilled Essence Of The Town Burns In Their Bellies. Chartreuse Glows In The Dark, And If You Drink Enough Of It, Your Eyes Will Turn Bright Green.

Mostly I Enjoy The Restaurants (my Husband Is A Chef), Though I Wish We Had A Wider Diversity Of Ethnic Food.