Liberty, As It Is Conceived By Current

A Novelist Is An Elephant, But An Elephant Who Must Pretend To Forget.

The Furniture And Trappings In The Apartment Are All In A State Of Flux - Here Today, Gone Tomorrow. Nothing Is Anchored To Its Place, Not Even The Coffee-pot, Which Floats Off And Returns, On The Tide Of The Signora's Marine Nature.

Labor Is Work That Leaves No Trace Behind It When It Is Finished.

Making Love, We Are All More Alike Than We Are When We Are Talking Or Acting.

On The Wall Of Our Life Together Hung A Gun Waiting To Be Fired In The Final Act.