Nobody Ever Became A Writer Just By

You've Got An Awfully Kissable Mouth.

Hard To Sit Here And Be Close To You, And Not Kiss You.

He Had Angered Providence By Resisting Too Many Temptations. There Was Nothing Left But Heaven, Where He Would Meet Only Those Who, Like Him, Had Wasted Earth.

Thirty--the Promise Of A Decade Of Loneliness, A Thinning List Of Single Men To Know, A Thinning Brief-case Of Enthusiasm, Thinning Hair.

Cut Out All These Exclamation Points. An Exclamation Point Is Like Laughing At Your Own Joke.