They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About

If Your Writing Doesn`t Keep You Up At Night, It Won`t Keep Anyone Else Up Either".

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.

They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About Noon.

I Had Killed A Man, For Money And A Woman. I Didn't Have The Money And I Didn't Have The Woman.

She Was A Little Given To Rehearsing Things In Her Mind, And Having Imaginary Triumphs Over People Who Had Upset Her In One Way And Another.