The Local Groceries Are All Out Of

Cats Have Intercepted My Footsteps At The Ankle For So Long That My Gait, Both At Home And On Tour, Has Been Compared To That Of A Man Wading Through Low Surf.

I Do Some Eccentric Dancing.

In The Beginning, Atlanta Was Without Form, And Void; And It Still Is.

I Think A Writer Is Not An Ideal Husband... Writers Tend To Get Off Into Their Own Heads And Not Notice The People That They're Living With, Or They Get Irritable With The People That They're Living With When The People Insist On Being Noticed.

Vincent Van Gogh's Mother Painted All Of His Best Things. The Famous Mailed Decapitated Ear Was A Figment Of The Public Relations Firm Engaged By Van Gogh's Dealer.