I Will Remember The Kisses, Our Lips

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

Human Relationships Simply Aren't Durable. I Think Back To The Women In My Life. They Seem Non-existent.

Sometimes I Get Too Exhausted To Even Feel Bad

I Can Almost Understand Why People Leap From Bridges.

I Remembered My New Orleans Days, Living On Two Five-cent Candy Bars A Day For Weeks At A Time In Order To Have Leisure To Write. But Starvation, Unfortunately, Didn't Improve Art. It Only Hindered It. A Man's Soul Was Rooted In His Stomach. A Man Could Write Much Better After Eating A Porterhouse Steak And Drinking A Pint Of Whiskey Than He Could Ever Write After Eating A Nickel Candy Bar. The Myth Of The Starving Artist Was A Hoax.