And I'm Convinced That Knowing The Names

She Was What We Used To Call A Suicide Blonde - Dyed By Her Own Hand.

There Is Simply Too Much To Think About.

You're All Alone When You're A Writer. Sometimes You Just Feel You Need A Humanity Bath. Even A Ride On The Subway Will Do That. But It's Much More Interesting To Talk About Books. After All, That's What Life Used To Be For Writers: They Talk Books, Politics, History, America. Nothing Has Replaced That.

It's Goodbye To Reality When Love Sets In.

Language Is A Spiritual Mansion In Which You Live And Nobody Has The Right To Evict You.