I've Been Writing Every Day Of My

I'm Not Anyone, I'm Just Myself; Whatever I Am, I Am Something, And Now I'm Something You Can't Help.

I Don't Talk Things, Sir. I Talk The Meaning Of Things.

Time Is So Strange And Life Is Twice As Strange.

A Day Without Writing Was A Little Death.

When The Wind Is Right, A Faint Odor Of Kerosene Is Exhaled From Senator Mccarthy.