It's None Of Their Business That You

I Had Gone To No Such Place But To The Smoke Of Cafes And Nights When The Room Whirled And You Needed To Look At The Wall To Make It Stop, Nights In Bed, Drunk, When You Knew That That Was All There Was, And The Strange Excitement Of Waking And Not Knowing Who It Was With You, And The World All Unreal In The Dark And So Exciting That You Must Resume Again Unknowing And Not Caring In The Night, Sure That This Was All And All And All And Not Caring.

Critics Are Men Who Watch A Battle From A High Place Then Come Down And Shoot The Survivors.

It Wasn't By Accident That The Gettysburg Address Was So Short.

The Writer's Job Is Not To Judge, But To Seek To Understand.

Auto Racing, Bull Fighting, And Mountain Climbing Are The Only Real Sports... All The Others Are Games.