How Frail The Human Heart Must Be

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing, Which Remark I Guess Shows I Still Don't Have A Pure Motive (o It's-such-fun-i-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) About Writing.

It's The Living, The Eating, The Sleeping That Everyone Needs. Ideas Don't Matter So Much After All. My Three Best Friends Are Catholic. I Can't See Their Beliefs, But I Can See The Things They Love To Do On Earth. When You Come Right Down To It, I Do Believe In The Freedom Of The Individual.