It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love

I Do Not Weep At The World I Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept.

Perhaps Love Is A Compelling Necessity Imposed On Man By God That Has Something To Do With Suffering

My Sense Of Humor Will Always Stand In The Way Of My Seeing Myself, My Family, My Race Or My Nation As The Whole Intent Of The Universe.

The Monstropolous Beast Had Left His Bed. The Two Hundred Miles A Hour Wind Had Loosed His Chains. He Seized Hold Of His Dikes And Ran Forward Until He Met The Quarters; Uprooted Them Like Grass And Rushed On After His Supposed-to-be Conquerors, Rolling The Dikes, Rolling The Houses, Rolling The People In The Houses Along With Other Timbers. The Sea Was Walking The Earth With A Heavy Heel.