#Americans
It’s the day of the ram and the head of the year Rosh Ha’Shanah at services I sat next to Mel Torme who outshone
“He gave her class. She gave him… —Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astai… He gave her money. She gave him h… He gave her tips on “aggressive gr… and a little statue of eros.
My new Web site is dropdead.com It’s interactive you get to choose… you’ll die, where, and at what age and it’ll still come as a complete surprise to you I guarantee
Don’t walk away, Renee, I’m just getting warmed up your body is like a river and I’m going to swim across I want to explore the left
Nothing extends a phone call more effectively than saying you’re on your way out but she wants to tell you the five things she requires
The happiest moment in a woman’s l… Is when she hears the turn of her… In the lock, and pretends to be as… When he enters the room, trying to… Quiet but clumsy, bumping into thi…
The bloom was off the economic rec… “I just want to know one thing,” s… What was that one thing? He’ll ne… Because at just that moment he hea… Of broken glass in the bathroom, a…
Some people confuse inspiration wi… not me I know it comes from the lu… you breathe it in you breathe it o… it’s the breath of my being the wi… of the waters yes but it’s also so…
The shrink says, “Everything depe… on how many stuffed animals you ha… as a boy,” and my mother tells me… father was left-handed and so is m… and they’re both named Joe whose f…
What is it about the Abyss that tempts the young poet to kiss the air and head for the nearest c… unreasonable attachment to the bli… of falling—what accounts for it? U…
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, more amber beer than the frat boys can drink…
His first infidelity was a mistake… As her false pregnancy. Later, th… He was born three months earlier t… On his birth certificate, which ha… A marriage license in his hands.…
Remember when Khrushchev said “We will bury you!” on the cover of Time I thought he was
This bed thy center is, these wall… The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful ol… Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye,… That never touch with inarticulate… Those dying generations-at their s…
The fear of perjuring herself turn… Admission of her guilt. Yet she h… And the luck to elude her implacab… God was everywhere like a faceless… Death was last seen in the auction…