If You Know You're Worth Nothing, Only

Out Of Some Persistent Sense Of Large-scale Ruin, We Kept Inventing Hope.

To A Writer, Madness Is A Final Distillation Of Self, A Final Editing Down. It's The Drowning Out Of False Voices.

These Are The Days After. Everything Now Is Measured By After.

I've Always Felt That My Subject Was Living In Dangerous Times.

It's Healthier To Reject Certain Cautions Than Fall In Line.