The Irish Are The Only Men Who

Writing For A Newspaper Is Like Running A Revolutionary War. You Go To Battle Not When You Are Ready, But When Action Offers Itself.

Once A Newspaper Touches A Story, The Facts Are Lost Forever, Even To The Protagonists.

Psychoanalysis And Zen, In My Private Psychic Geometry, Are Equal To Nicotine. They Are Anti-existential. Nicotine Quarantines One Out Of Existence.

...never Have I Subscribed To The Doctrine Of Willful Rejection Of The World Or Its Visual Image. To The Non-objectivist This Act Of Impiety May Be Shockingly Impure, But God, I Have No Desire To Be Either Hollow Or Sterile.

The Paradox Is That No Love Can Prove So Intense As The Love Of Two Narcissists For Each Other.