There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.

In All My Years Of New York Cab Riding I Have Yet To Find The Colorful, Philosophical Cabdriver That Keeps Popping Up On The Late Movies.

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.