The Purpose Of Writing Is To Make

I'm Starved For Love. Not Ordinary Love But Real Love. The Love That's Like Music Or Something.

When I Die, I Want To Decompose In A Barrel Of Porter And Have It Served In All The Pubs In Dublin. I Wonder Would They Know It Was Me?

The Best Book Of The Year, Grobel's Writing Is Quite Marvelous. The Hustons Reads Vividly, Just Like One Of John Huston's Great Films.

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.

Revenge Is What I Want. Nothing But Pure Unadulterated Revenge. But My Mother Brought Me Up To Be A Lady.