I Loved Her Like A Rabbit Loves

I Write Of The Wish That Comes True--for Some Reason, A Terrifying Thought.

New York Is Not Even A City, It's A Congerie Of Rotten Villages.

A Gun Is Like Breath To A Drowning Man--it Has To Be Drawn In Haste.

Yes, I Have Actually Mined Coal, And Distilled Liquor, As Well As Seen A Girl In A Pink Dress, And Seen Her Take It Off. I Am 54 Years Old, Weigh 220 Pounds, And Look Like The Chief Dispatcher Of A Long-distance Driving Concern. I Am A Registered Democrat. I Drink.

I Had Killed A Man, For Money And A Woman. I Didn't Have The Money And I Didn't Have The Woman.