The Sun Was In Mind

The Terrorist Is The One With The Small Bomb.

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.

Nothing Hurts More Than The Friendly Letter That One Never Got Around To Writing.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs; They Can Tell You What To Do, But They Can't Do It Themselves!