When I Write After Dark

Youth Is A Period Of Missed Opportunities.

It Is After Creation, In The Elation Of Success, Or The Gloom Of Failure, That Love Becomes Essential.

M Is For Marx And Clashing Of Classes And Movement Of Masses And Massing Of Asses.

Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They Move Forward In Spurts Like The Hands Of Clocks In Railway Stations.

In The Sex War, Thoughtlessness Is The Weapon Of The Male, Vindictiveness Of The Female.