It's a long, slow sunset for ink-on-paper magazines, but sunsets can produce vast sums of money.

The vast majority of free verse is ghastly. Utterly ghastly. No one reads it. No one listens to it.

The sun had set, but a faint pastel haze lingered in the mid-summer sky.

You cannot be seeking yourself when you're making money.

Making money is certainly the one addiction I cannot shake.

Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac.