They Can't Yank A Novelist Like They

The House Was Built On The Highest Part Of The Narrow Tongue Of Land Between The Harbor And The Open Sea. It Had Lasted Through Three Hurricanes And It Was Built Solid As A Ship.

I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

We All Take A Beating Every Day, You Know, One Way Or Another.

I Have A Rotten Habit Of Picturing The Bedroom Scenes Of My Friends.

In The Fall The War Was Always There But We Did Not Go To It Any More.