I Want To Go On Living After

I've Reached The Point Where I Hardly Care Whether I Live Or Die. The World Will Keep On Turning Without Me, I Can't Do Anything To Change Events Anyway.

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

It Won't Take Long Before I Explode With Pent-up Rage.

I Simply Can't Imagine The World Will Ever Be Normal Again For Us. I Do Talk About "after The War," But It's As If I'm Talking About A Castle In The Air, Something That Can Never Come True.

Why Are Millions Spent On The War Each Day, While Not A Penny Is Available For ... Artists Or The Poor? Why Do People Have To Starve When Mountians Of Food Are Rotting Away In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?