There Still Might Be A

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

The Whole World Is Caught In Her Glance And At Last The Universe Is Magnificent.

There Are Only Two Things Wrong With Money: Too Much Or Too Little.

Erections, Ejaculations,exhibitions And General Tales Of Ordinary Madness.

There Were Always Men Looking For Jobs In America. There Were Always All These Usable Bodies. And I Wanted To Be A Writer. Almost Everybody Was A Writer. Not Everybody Thought They Could Be A Dentist Or An Automobile Mechanic But Everybody Knew They Could Be A Writer. Of Those Fifty Guys In The Room, Probably Fifteen Of Them Thought They Were Writers. Almost Everybody Used Words And Could Write Them Down, I.e., Almost Everybody Could Be A Writer. But Most Men, Fortunately, Aren't Writers, Or Even Cab Drivers, And Some Men - Many Men - Unfortunately Aren't Anything.