I Have Total Recall. I Remember Being

I Don't Need An Alarm Clock. My Ideas Wake Me.

There Was Her Face, Like A Summer Peach, Beautiful And Warm, And The Light Of The Candles Reflected In Her Dark Eyes. [he] Held His Breath. The Entire World Waited And Held Its Breath.

It Was A Pleasure To Burn.

I Came On The Old And Best Ways Of Writing Through Ignorance And Experiment And Was Startled When Truths Leaped Out Of Brushes Like Quail Before Gunshot.

I Don't Know Anything Anymore