The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open

Two Separate, Distinct Personalities, Not Separate At All, But Inextricably Bound, Soul And Body And Mind, To Each Other, How Did We Get So Far Apart So Fast?

Jesus But People Got Weird When They Lived Alone.

I Can Write For A Long Time On One Novel And Not Get Tired.

Make Notes—i’ve Lost More Material Than I’ve Ever Written. Contrary To Popular Opinion, It’s Not Still Up There In One’s Brain. It’s In Outer Space And It Ain’t Coming Back.

I Think Living The Blessed Life Is The Luck Of The Draw.