I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.

They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try.

I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.

Oh, the strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!