We Are Hardly Ever As Strong As

Unless It Comes Out Of Your Soul Like A Rocket, Unless Being Still Would Drive You To Madness Or Suicide Or Murder, Don't Do It. Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It. When It Is Truly Time, And If You Have Been Chosen, It Will Do It By Itself And It Will Keep On Doing It Until You Die Or It Dies In You. There Is No Other Way. And There Never Was.

If You Think They Didn't Go Crazy In Tiny Rooms Just Like You're Doing Now Without Women Without Food Without Hope Then You're Not Ready.

There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside Your Brain Stare Back At You.

If I Stop Writing I Am Dead. And That's The Only Way I'll Stop: Dead.

Long Ago, Among Other Lies They Were Taught That Silence Was Bravery.