I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like

The Only Thing I Could Think Of Was Turkey Neck And Turkey Gizzards And I Felt Very Depressed.

I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show Me I Try.

Once One Has Seen God, What Is The Remedy?

The Trouble About Jumping Was That If You Didn't Pick The Right Number Of Stories, You Might Still Be Alive When You Hit Bottom.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing.