If Sex Is A War, I Am

It Is Not Sex That Gives The Pleasure, But The Lover.

The People I Love The Best, Jump Into Work Head First Without Dallying In The Shallows.

My Idea Of Hell Is To Be Young Again.

Now That I Am In My Forties, She [my Mother] Tells Me I'm Beautiful; Now That I Am In My Forties, She Sends Me Presents And We Have The Long, Personal And Even Remarkably Honest Phone Calls I Always Wanted So Intensely I Forbade Myself To Imagine Them. How Strange. Perhaps Shaw Was Correct And If We Lived To Be Several Hundred Years Old, We Would Finally Work It All Out. I Am Deeply Grateful. With My Poems, I Finally Won Even My Mother. The Longest Wooing Of My Life.

History Is A Game Played Backwards Only.