I Frankly Admit To Not Knowing Who

Notice, For Example, That People Who Talk About "the Joys Of Childhood" Are Always Adults. Only An Adult, Utterly Remote From The Reality Of Childhood, Could Suppose It Is Time Of Joys.

Etiquette Is The Grease That Makes It Possible For All Of Us To Rub Together Without Unnecessary Overheating.

In America, It Is Sport That Is The Opiate Of The Masses.

I Gave Up On New Poetry Myself 30 Years Ago When Most Of It Began To Read Like Coded Messages Passing Between Lonely Aliens In A Hostile World.

The Only Thing I Was Fit For Was To Be A Writer, And This Notion Rested Solely On My Suspicion That I Would Never Be Fit For Real Work, And That Writing Didn't Require Any.