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let them have the
stage
so long
as I need not be
in the
audience.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
no nonsense
Faulkner loved his whiskey
and along with the
writing
he didn't have
time
for much
else.
he didn't open
most of his
mail
just held it up
to the light
and if it didn't
contain a
check
he trashed
it.
I was on cheap wine and green beer
and
dementia...........
she wasn't very
interesting
but few people
are.
oh yes
I've been so
down in the mouth
lately
that sometimes when I
bend over to
lace my shoes
there are
three
tongues,
... each man's hell is in a different place.......
"nothing matters and
we know nothing matters
and that
matters...."
I walk over and fill her drink: "you got class, doll, you're not like the
others...."
she likes that and I like it too
because to make a thing true all
you've
got to do is believe.
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and the greatest
times
we will know it