Writers Tell More Truths, And More Lies,

Always Assume That A Lucky Hit Will Not Be Repeated.

Intelligence In Isolation Turns To Aimless Marauding.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

I Feel That I Have Something Significant To Say, But I Cannot Think What It Is.

I Deplore My Shortcomings, But Plan To Keep Them.