There Was A Beautiful Time.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

My Wanting To Write Books Annihilates The Original Root Impulse That Would Have Me Bravely And Blunderingly Working On Them.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

What I Didn't Say Was That Each Time I Picked Up A German Dictionary Or A German Book, The Very Sight Of Those Dense, Black, Barbed-wire Letters Made My Mind Shut Like A Clam.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.