Good Writing Takes Place At

If You Really Want To Stay The Same Age You Are Now Forever And Ever, She'd Be Thinking, Try Jumping Off The Roof: Death's A Sure-fire Method For Stopping Time.

I Could End This With A Moral, As If This Were A Fable About Animals, Though No Fables Are Really About Animals.

Perhaps I Write For No One. Perhaps For The Same Person Children Are Writing For When They Scrawl Their Names In The Snow.

Vanity Is Becoming A Nuisance, I Can See Why Women Give It Up, Eventually. But I'm Not Ready For That Yet.

You Refuse To Own Yourself, You Permit Others To Do It For You