There Are More People Than

Perhaps I Am Not As Wise As I Like To Think I Am.

There Are Magic Moments, Involving Great Physical Fatigue And Intense Motor Excitement, That Produce Visions Of People Known In The Past. As I Learned Later From The Delightful Little Book Of The Abbé De Bucquoy, There Are Also Visions Of Books As Yet Unwritten.

For The Enemy To Be Recognized And Feared, He Has To Be In Your Home Or On Your Doorstep.

We Were Clever Enough To Turn A Laundry List Into Poetry.

I Believe All Sin, Love, Glory Are This: When You Slide Down The Knotted Sheets, Escaping From Gestapo Headquarters, And She Hugs You, There, Suspended, And She Whispers That She's Always Dreamed Of You. The Rest Is Just Sex, Copulation, The Perpetuation Of The Vile Species.