I Want More Of This Feeling -

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.

It Was Like Letting Go And Falling Back Into Water And Seeing Yourself Grinning Up Through The Water, Your Face Like A Mask, And Seeing The Bubbles Coming Up As If You Were Trying To Speak From Under The Water. And How Do You Know What It's Like To Try To Speak From Under Water When You're Drowned?

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t Want Her And She’ll See No Other.

All Of A Writer That Matters Is In The Book Or Books. It Is Idiotic To Be Curious About The Person.