The writer's way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?

Eternity is a ham and two people.

There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.