Novels Are About Men And Women And

I Sometimes Go Back To Walk Through The Ghostly Remains Of Sutton Place Where The Rude, New Buildings Stand Squarely In One Another's River Views.

I Have Always Been The Lover - Never The Beloved - And I Have Spent Much Of My Life Waiting For Trains, Planes, Boats, Footsteps, Doorbells, Letters, Telephones, Snow, Rain, Thunder.

I Do Not Understand The Capricious Lewdness Of The Sleeping Mind.

I Dream That My Face Appears On A Postage Stamp.

Only The Opium Eater Truly Understands The Pain Of Death.