I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But

I Live In Brooklyn. By Choice. Those Ignorant Of Its Allures Are Entitled To Wonder Why.

It's Worth Your Life To Order An Omelette In Most Restaurants. You Never Know What You're Going To Get.

What We Want Most Is To Be Held...and Told..that Everything (everything Is A Funny Thing, Is Baby Milk And Papa's Eyes, Is Roaring Logs On A Cold Morning, Is Hoot Owls And The Boy Who Makes You Cry After School, Is Mama's Long Hair, Is Being Afraid And Twisted Faces On The Bedroom Wall)...is Going To Be Alright.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

I Dream Of Eagles And Bring Forth Sparrows.