I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.