Fear Regulates. Appetite Impels.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

Without A Little Negligence, Life Would Be Intolerable.

Lonely People Keep Up A Ceaseless Flow Of Commentary On Themselves.

I Change My Opinions Often, But Not My Way Of Thinking.

I Like What I Do For A Living. I Also Like Not Doing It--perhaps Even More.