I Hadn't Thought That I Was Generally

I Don't Know What I Think Until I Write It Down.

I Think Nobody Owns The Land Until Their Dead Are In It.

This Book Is Called "blue Nights" Because At The Time I Began It I Found My Mind Turning Increasingly To Illness, To The End Of Promise, The Dwindling Of The Days,the Inevitability Of The Fading, The Dying Of The Brightness. Blue Nights Are The Opposite Of The Dying Of The Brightness, But They Are Also Its Warning.

There's A Point When You Go With What You've Got. Or You Don't Go.

If You Want To Understand What You're Thinking, You Kind Of Have To Work It Through And Write It. And The Only Way To Work It Through, For Me, Is To Write It.