People Never Believe You.

I’m Not Going To Bed After All. Somebody Around Here Hath Murdered Sleep. Good For Him.

You Think Of The Book You'd Most Like To Be Reading, And Then You Sit Down And Shamelessly Write It.

I Held Hands With Her All The Time...that Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Realize, But She Was Terrific To Hold Hands With. Most Girls If You Hold Hands With Them, Their Goddam Hand Dies On You, Or Else They Think They Have To Keep Moving Their Hand All The Time, As If They Were Afraid They'd Bore You Or Something.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally.

People Never Think Anything Is Anything Really. I'm Getting Goddam Sick Of It.