I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.

Well, If I Am Not Vulgar, Neither Is My Book. I Wrote Myself. Suggestiveness Is Always Vulgar. But Truth Never. My Book Is Not Even Remotely Suggestive. I Call Things By Their Names. That Is All.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

Some Day The Devil Will Come To Me And Say: 'come With Me.'and I Will Answer: 'yes.

When I Was Three Years Old I Was Taken With My Family To A Little Town In Western Minnesota, Where I Lived A More Or Less Vapid And Ordinary Life Until I Was Ten.