I Loathe Writing. On The Other Hand

To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

All Right, So Call Me Miss Cliche Of 1960, But The Thing About The Married Ones That Always Spooks Me Is How Sweet And Attentive They Are At First, When They're On The Prowl.

Tomatoes And Squash Never Fail To Reach Maturity. You Can Spray Them With Acid, Beat Them With Sticks And Burn Them; They Love It.

Fate Was Dealing From The Bottom Of The Deck.