One Of The Quainter Quirks Of Life

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.

The Poetic Impulse Is Distinct From Ideas About Things Or Feelings About Things, Though It May Use These. It's More Like A Desire To Separate A Piece Of One's Experience & Set It Up On Its Own, An Isolated Object Never To Trouble You Again, At Least Not For A Bit. In The Absence Of This Impulse Nothing Stirs.

I Don't Think I Write Well - Just Better Than Anyone Else.

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.