You Don't Know A Woman Until You've

Bright Was The Light Of My Last Martini On My Moral Horizon

Writing Can Wreck Your Body. You Sit There On The Chair Hour After Hour And Sweat Your Guts Out To Get A Few Words.

A Modern Democracy Is A Tyranny Whose Borders Are Undefined; One Discovers How Far One Can Go Only By Traveling In A Straight Line Until One Is Stopped.

Comfortless Was My Religion, Anxiety Of The Anxieties, For I Believed God Was Not Love, But Courage. Love Came Only As A Reward.

In Such Places As Greenwich Village, A Menage-a-trois Was Completed- The Bohemian And The Juvenile Delinquent Came Face-to-face With The Negro, And The Hipster Was A Fact In American Life.