O Love, Where Are You Leading Me

Comes The Time When It's Later And Onto Your Table The Headwaiter Puts The Bill

I Don’t Think Any Man Writing Can Worry About What The Act Of Writing Costs Him, Even Though At Times He Is Very Aware Of It.

No Matter How Wild Reality Was Obviously Often Being, It Was An Absolutely Secure Place, As A Tone And Intelligence, And A Thing Happening.

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me