#AmericanWriters
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.