To Literary Critics A Book

Never Play Cards With A Man Called Doc. Never Eat At A Place Called Mom's. Never Sleep With A Woman Whose Troubles Are Worse Than Your Own.

He Was Falling Between Glacial Walls, He Didn't Know How Anyone Could Fall So Far Away From Everyone Else In The World. So Far To Fall, So Cold All The Way, So Steep And Dark Between Those Morphine-coloured Walls.

Never Eat In A Place Called 'mom's'.

For The Masses Who Do The City's Labor Also Keep The City's Heart.

The Only Way I Could Finish A Book And Get A Plot Was Just To Keep Making It Longer Until Something Happens.