When One Of Us Dies Of Cancer,

Paris, True To Its Promise, Had Been A Place Of Civilized Indecencies, Or Uncivil Decencies.

As Time Has Gone On And We're At The End Of The 20th Century And Major Publishing Is A Big Business, Yes, Of Course We're Going To Get A Lot Of Plain, Mediocre Trash. There Are A Lot Of Writers Who Get Huge Advances For Books That Don't Go Anywhere And They Have To Burn Them Somewhere Or Throw Them Away. I Always Think About All The Poor Trees That Have Been Sacrificed.

The Man You Love Cooking For You Is Good For You Too.

For Things To Have Value In Man's World, They Are Given The Role Of Commodities. Among Man's Oldest And Most Constant Commodity Is Woman.

Something About Giving Himself Over To A Woman Was Worse Than Having Lunch With The Devil.