Death Comes Along Like A Gas Bill

The Practice Of Fiction Can Be Dangerous: It Puts Ideas Into The Head Of The World.

For The Serious Artist Does Not Satisfy Needs

...the Essential Intention Is The Real Sin. A Man Who Cannot Choose Ceases To Be A Man.

But Where I Itty Now, O My Brothers, Is All On My Oddy Knocky, Where You Cannot Go. Tomorrow Is All Like Sweet Flowers And The Turning Vonny Earth And The Stars And The Old Luna Up There. ... And All That Cal.

And I Sort Of Frowned About That, Thinking. 'you Felt Ill This Afternoon,' He Said, 'because You're Getting Better. When We're Healthy We Respond To The Presence Of The Hateful With Fear And Nausea. You're Becoming Healthy, That's All.