If Each One Of Us Could Make

The Place Smelled Of Fairgrounds, Of Lazy Crowds, Of Nights When You Stayed Out Because You Couldn't Go To Bed, And It Smelled Like New York, Of Its Calm And Brutal Indifference.

We Live In A Time When Writers Do Not Always Have Barriers Around Them

Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She Had Savored Her Pig's Trotter.

I Have Made Love To Ten Thousand Women.

It Was Night And I Could See A Large And Calm Lake, Reflecting The Moon. Black Mountains Rose Around It. I Arrived From Between Two Of These Mountains, I Looked At The Lake And The Moon, And That Was It, Nothing Else Happened.