I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

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

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.

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.