On Being Old. It's Not Nice But

The Purpose Of Writing Is To Make Your Mother And Father Drop Dead With Shame.

Rid The Mind Of Knowledge When Looking For Pleasure. Or Start Thinking And Find A Lot Of Pain.

You Know, There Must Be Happiness Somewhere, When A Lawyer Dies.

Writing Is Turning One's Worst Moments Into Money.

And No. I Must Not Go On Thinking. For The Pain Will Never Go Away. You Just Go On And Live. In The Dust Of Desertion. Still Falling Where Last I Loved.