I'm Writing This Book Because We're All

Something Great Is About To Happen To Me: I'm About To Love Somebody Very Much.

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.

I Took A Straight Picture That Made Me Look Like A Thirty-year-old Italian Who'd Kill Anybody Who Said Something Against His Mother.

February Dawn -- Frost On The Path Where I Paced All Winter.

The Cause Of The World's Woe Is Birth, The Cure Of The World's Woe Is A Bent Stick.