I Will Put On My Shoes And

Most People's Deaths Are A Sham. There's Nothing Left To Die.

Terror Finally Becomes Almost Bearable But Never Quite Terror Creeps Like A Cat Crawls Like A Cat Across My Mind

The Writer Has No Responsibility Other Than To Jack Off In Bed Alone And Write A Good Page.

I Don't Think I'll Travel Anymore. Travel Is Nothing But An Inconvenience. There Is Always Enough Trouble Where You Are.

I Knew Exactly What I Was Doing: I Was Doing Nothing. Because I Knew There Was Nothing To Do.