There Are Two Kinds Of Writers; The

Muhammad Ali: Superman Don't Need No Seat Belt. Flight Attendant: Superman Don't Need No Airplane, Either.

A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be Shared; I Have Never Met A Miserly Wine Lover.

The Kind Of Poetry To Avoid In The Pretty-pretty Kind That Pleased Our Grandmothers, The Kind That Longfellow And Tennyson, Good Poets At Their Best, Wrote At Their Worst.

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.

Reading Is Not An Operation Performed On Something Inert But A Relationship Entered Into With Another Vital Being.