Any Man's Life, Told Truly, Is A

An Intelligent Man Is Sometimes Forced To Be Drunk To Spend Time With His Fools.

Because We Would Not Wear Any Clothes Because It Was So Hot And The Windows Open And The Swallows Flying Over The Roofs Of The Houses And When It Was Dark Afterward And You Went To The Window Very Small Bats Hunting Over The Houses And Close Down Over The Trees And We Would Drink Capri And The Door Locked And It Hot And Only A Sheet And The Whole Night And We Would Both Love Each Other All Night In The Hot Night In Milan. That Was How It Ought To Be.

I Do Not Need To Get Used To Your Silence. I Already Know It. I Quite Possibly Love All Of It.

I Rewrote The Ending Of 'farewell To Arms' 39 Times Before I Was Satisfied.

Let’s Not Talk About How I Am. It’s A Subject I Know Too Much About To Want To Think About Anymore.