What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?

Don't let the wicked city get you down.

I always was interested in prose. As a teenager, I published short stories. And I always wanted to write the long short story, I wanted to write a novel. Now that I have attained, shall I say, a respectable age, and have had experiences, I feel much more interested in prose, in the novel. I feel that in a novel, for example, you can get in toothbrushes and all the paraphernalia that one finds in dally life, and I find this more difficult in poetry.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.