To Write Prescriptions Is Easy,

"don't You Want To Join Us?" I Was Recently Asked By An Acquaintance When He Ran Across Me Alone After Midnight In A Coffeehouse That Was Already Almost Deserted. "no, I Don't," I Said.

A Belief Is Like A Guillotine, Just As Heavy, Just As Light.

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

Writer Speaks A Stench.

This Perversion Of The Truth, Familiar To The Artist Though It Was, Always Unnerved Him Afresh And Proved Too Much For Him. What Was A Consequence Of The Premature Ending Of His Fast Was Here Presented As The Cause Of It! To Fight Against This Lack Of Understanding, Against A Whole World Of Nonunderstanding, Was Impossible.