I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I

I Collect Men With Interesting Names.

I Have Let Things Slip, A Thirty-year~old Cargo Boat Stubbornly Hanging On To My Name And Address.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.

If Only A Group Of People Were More Important To Me Than The Idea Of A Novel, I Might Begin A Novel.

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.