I'd Rather Sing One Wild Song And

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.

I Was Carrying A Beautiful Alcoholic Conflagration Around With Me. The Thing Fed On Its Own Heat And Flamed The Fiercer. There Was No Time, In All My Waking Time, That I Didn't Want A Drink. I Began To Anticipate The Completion Of My Daily Thousand Words By Taking A Drink When Only Five Hundred Words Were Written. It Was Not Long Until I Prefaced The Beginning Of The Thousand Words With A Drink.

Love, Genuine Passionate Love, Was His For The First Time.

If Cash Comes With Fame, Come Fame; If Cash Comes Without Fame, Come Cash.

My Mistake Was In Ever Opening The Books.