Do It For The Fat Lady!

Did You Ever Get Fed Up?' I Said. 'i Mean Did You Ever Get Scared That Everything Was Going To Go Lousy Unless You Did Something?

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

The Cards Are Stacked (quite Properly, I Imagine) Against All Professional Aesthetes, And No Doubt We All Deserve The Dark, Wordy, Academic Deaths We All Sooner Or Later Die.

We Don't Talk, We Hold Forth. We Don't Converse, We Expound.

Life Is A Gift Horse In My Opinion.