We Didn't Win The Cold

Psychoanalysis And Zen, In My Private Psychic Geometry, Are Equal To Nicotine. They Are Anti-existential. Nicotine Quarantines One Out Of Existence.

In Every Death Is A Celebration; In Every Ecstasy, One Little Death.

The Art Of The Novel Is To Arrive At That Artless Point Where Your Characters Become More Real Than Yourself.

Everything Wrong With America Led To The Point Where The Country Built That Tower Of Babel, Which Consequently Had To Be Destroyed. And Then Came The Next Shock. We Had To Realize That The People That Did This Were Brilliant. It Showed That The Ego We Could Hold Up Until September 10 Was Inadequate.

Amateurs... Venture Into Scenes That A Writer With More Experience (and More Professional Concern) Would Bypass Or Eschew Altogether.