No One Can Tear Your Thread Out

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

It's Easy To Write When You've Nothing To Write About (that Is, When You Are Young).

A Writer Once Said To Me, If You Ever Go To America, Go Either To The East Coast Or The West Coast: The Rest Is A Desert Full Of Bigots. That's What I Think I'd Like . . . A Version Of Pastoral.

The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life Itself.