I Am Glad We Do Not Have

I Have A Rotten Habit Of Picturing The Bedroom Scenes Of My Friends.

I Kissed Her Hard And Held Her Tight And Tried To Open Her Lips; They Were Closed Tight.

No Subject Is Terrible If The Story Is True, If The Prose Is Clean And Honest, And If It Affirms Courage And Grace Under Pressure.

My Big Fish Must Be Somewhere.

Everything About Him Was Old Except His Eyes And They Were The Same Color As The Sea And Were Cheerful And Undefeated.