Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

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.

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

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.