No Tears In The Writer, No Tears

You Did Not Kill The Fish Only To Keep Alive And To Sell For Food, He Thought. You Killed Him For Pride And Because You Are A Fisherman. You Loved Him When He Was Alive And You Loved Him After. If You Love Him, It Is Not A Sin To Kill Him. Or Is It More?

My Writing Is Nothing, My Boxing Is Everything.

When I Saw My Wife Again Standing By The Tracks As The Train Came In By The Piled Logs At The Station, I Wished I Had Died Before I Had Ever Loved Anyone But Her.

Scott Fitzgerald Was Mortally Afraid Of Lightning.

The Fools Think I Am Writing Algebra But What I Am Really Writing Is Geometry.