I've Been Working, Working, Working, And You

Our Real Fears Are The Sounds Of Footsteps Walking In The Corridors Of Our Minds, And The Anxieties, The Phantom Floatings, They Create.

The Brain May Take Advice, But Not The Heart, And Love, Having No Geography, Knows No Boundaries: Weight And Sink It Deep, No Matter, It Will Rise And Find The Surface.

There Is Only One Unpardonable Sin--deliberate Cruelty. All Else Can Be Forgiven.

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

I Prefer To Underwrite. Simple, Clear As A Country Creek.