But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are

All Literature Is Gossip.

We All, Sometimes, Leave Each Other There Under The Skies, And We Never Understand Why.

I Think The Only Person A Writer Has An Obligation To Is Himself. If What I Write Doesn't Fulfill Something In Me, If I Don't Honestly Feel It's The Best I Can Do, Then I'm Miserable.

Love Is A Chain Of Love As Nature Is A Chain Of Life.

A Work Of Art Is One Of Mystery, The One Extreme Magic; Everything Else Is Either Arithmetic Or Biology.