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You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

I Read With Some Amusement My Reputation As A Ladies' Man. My Friends Are Amused By That, Too, Because They Know My Life.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

I Didn't Want To Write For Pay. I Wanted To Be Paid For What I Write.