How Do You Know You're Going To

I Suspect That Money Is A Far Greater Distraction For The Artist Than Hunger.

I’m Not Going To Bed After All. Somebody Around Here Hath Murdered Sleep. Good For Him.

Phooey, I Say, On All White-shoe College Boys Who Edit Their Campus Literary Magazines. Give Me An Honest Con Man Any Day.

But What I Mean Is, Lots Of Time You Don’t Know What Interests You Most Till You Start Talking About Something That Doesn’t Interest You Most. I Mean You Can’t Help It Sometimes.

If A Body Catch A Body Coming Through The Rye.