Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

Literature Bores Me, Especially Great Literature

We Are Using Our Own Skins For Wallpaper And We Cannot Win.

Two Daiquiris Withdrew Into A Corner Of A Gorgeous Room And One Told The Other A Lie.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.

Praise Will Lead You To Vanity, And Blame Will Lead You To Self-pity, And Both Are Bad For Writers.