Maybe You Can Make Art Out Of

The Only Bookstore I Had Was The Paperback Rack At The Drugstore.

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.

The Western Notion Of Masculinity Goes Back A Long Way. It Doesn’t Allow For Women, And It’s Also Racist - It Doesn’t Allow For Other Cultures.

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.

I Never Met A Soul In This World As Normal As Me.