... What Is Great Poetry, After All,

Sex Is God's Joke On The Human Race ... If We Didn't Have Sex To Make Us Ridiculous, She Would Have Had To Think Up Something Else Instead.

There Is No Loneliness Like The Loneliness Of A Dead Marriage.

Allow Me To Put The Record Straight. I Am Forty-six And Have Been For Some Years Past.

I Am Thinking Of The Onion Again. . . . Not Self-righteous Like The Proletarian Potato, Nor A Siren Like The Apple. No Show-off Like The Banana. But A Modest, Self-effacing Vegetable, Questioning, Introspective, Peeling Itself Away, Or Merely Radiating Halos Like Ripples.

I Have Forgotten My Rave Reviews And Memorized My Vicious Ones - Like Most Writers.