Everything In Life Is Writable.

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

I Think Writers Are The Most Narcissistic People. Well, I Musn't Say This, I Like Many Of Them, A Great Many Of My Friends Are Writers.

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?

Oh, Something Is There, Waiting For Me. Perhaps Someday The Revelation Will Burst In Upon Me And I Will See The Other Side Of This Monumental Grotesque Joke. And Then I'll Laugh. And Then I'll Know What Life Is.

The Truth Comes To Me. The Truth Loves Me.