I Don't Know What It Means And

Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A Taste It Must Be An Egg With Butter And Salt, And After The Egg Is There Anything In The World Lovelier Than Fresh Warm Bread And A Mug Of Sweet Golden Tea?

The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam Of Their Piss.

When I Act Tough They Listen Politely Till The Spasm Passes. They Know.

First Of All There Is Always That Artistic Challenge Of Creating Something. Or The Particular Experience To Take Slum Life In That Period And Make Something Out Of It In The Form Of A Book. And Then I Felt Some Kind Of Responsibility To My Family.

I Think I Settled On The Title Before I Ever Wrote The Book.