A Political Policy Is Equated With Moral

Now Hell And Heaven Grapple On Our Backs And All Our Old Pretense Is Ripped Away. Aye, And God's Icy Wind Will Blow.

Like Every Writer, I Am Asked Where My Work Originates, And If I Knew I Would Go There More Often To Find More.

I Figure I've Done What I Could Do, More Or Less, And Now I'm Going Back To Being A Chemical; All We Are Is A Lot Of Talking Nitrogen, You Know.

Work A Lifetime To Pay Off A House You Finally Own It And There's Nobody To Live In It.

A Play Is Made By Sensing How The Forces In Life Simulate Ignorance-you Set Free The Concealed Irony, The Deadly Joke.