Sometimes I Hate You," She Said.

I Was Only Photographing In Words The Reality Of It All.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

But My Whole Life Has Been A Matter Of Fighting For One Simple Hour To Do What I Want To Do. There Was Always Something Getting In The Way Of My Getting To Myself.

People Run From Rain But Sit In Bathtubs Full Of Water.

Writing Is Like Going To Bed With A Beautiful Woman And Afterwards She Gets Up, Goes To Her Purse And Gives Me A Handful Of Money.