I Think It's Important That People Don't

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

I Can Concentrate On My Art.

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

Take A Walk On The Wild Side.

Any Human Being Should Have A Tolerance For Anybody.