The Sun Cares Nothing For Illumination.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Literature Gives Us A Memory Of Lives We Did Not Lead.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

Literary Tradition Is Full Of Lies About Poverty-the Jolly Beggar, The Poor But Happy Milkmaid, The Wholesome Diet Of Porridge, Etc.