There Is Really One City For Everyone

An Evening Up On The Empire State Roof-the Strangest Experience. The Huge Tomb In Steel And Glass, The Ride To The 84th Floor And There, Under The Clouds, A Hawaiian String Quartet, Lounge, Concessions And, A Thousand Feet Below, New York-a Garden Of Golden Lights Winking On And Off, Automobiles, Trucks Winding In And Out, And Not A Sound. All As Silent As A Dead City-and It Looks Adagio Down There.

I Think We Will Have A Boy Baby And He Will Be Born On The 20th Of August. Everyone Else Has A Girl Baby And At Times I Don't Believe I Should Mind Having A Little Phyllis Dawn But Dearest Wants A Boy And I Do.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

A Novel Is Like A Gland Pill - It Nips Off The Cream Of My Hysterics And Gets Them Running On Track In A Book Where They Belong Instead Of Rioting All Over My Person.

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.