Nowadays, of course, just about our only solvent industry is the merchandising of death, bankrolled by our grandchildren.

Out in the world I go! Muggers! Autograph hounds! Junkies! People with real jobs! Maybe an easy lay! United Nation functionaries and diplomats!

Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.

There were creative-writin g teachers long before there were creative-writin g courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.