But In The Night He Woke And

Only One Marriage I Regret. I Remember After I Got That Marriage License I Went Across From The License Bureau To A Bar For A Drink. The Bartender Said, "what Will You Have, Sir?" And I Said, "a Glass Of Hemlock."

When You Have A Child, The World Has A Hostage.

How Would That Premise Stand Up If He Examined It? That Was Probably Why The Communists Were Always Cracking Down On Bohemiansism. When You Were Drunk Or When You Committed Adultery You Recognised Your Own Personal Fallability Of That So Mutable Substitute For The Apostles' Creed, The Party Line. Down With Bohemianism, The Sin Of Majakowski.

What A Writer Has To Do Is Write What Hasn't Been Written Before Or Beat Dead Men At What They Have Done.

In The Morning There Was A Big Wind Blowing And The Waves Were Running High Up On The Beach And He Was Awake A Long Time Before He Remembered That His Heart Was Broken.