We All Need A Meaning To Our

They Luxuriated In The Feeling Of Deep And All Pervading Satisfaction, A Feeling Of Knowing Absolutely That All Was Well With The World And Them And That The World Was Not Only Their Oyster It Was Also Their Linguine With Clam Sauce. Not Only Were All Things Possible, But All Things Were Theirs.

There Was A Sky Somewhere Above The Tops Of The Buildings, With Stars And A Moon And All The Things There Are In A Sky, But They Were Content To Think Of The Distant Street Lights As Planets And Stars. If The Lights Prevented You From Seeing The Heavens, Then Preform A Little Magic And Change Reality To Fit The Need. The Street Lights Were Now Planets And Stars And Moon.

There Are A Lot Of People In This Country Who Really Like My Writing. And A Lot Of Writers Respect Me. But The So-called Establishment? They Hate Me.

If Love Is What I've Experienced, I Can't Separate It From Other People. I Can't Separate Creation, And I Can't Separate Whatever This Creative Thing Is, From It's Creation. I Don't Believe That Can Be Done. We're All Part Of This Creative Force.

Everything About It Was Wrong. Thats Why It Worked So Good.