Well, Everybody Has A History.

One Way Or Another The No Doubt Mad Idea Entered My Mind That My Own Actions Had Historic Importance And This Fantasy (?) Made It Appear That People Who Harmed Me Were Interfering With An Important Experiment.

How Could I Be Anything But A Dissenter? Who Wants The Opinion Of A Group?

A Writer Is A Reader Moved To Emulation.

With One Long Breath, Caught And Held In His Chest, He Fought His Sadness Over His Solitary Life. Don't Cry, You Idiot! Live Or Die, But Don't Poison Everything.

A Man Should Be Able To Hear, And To Bear, The Worst That Could Be Said Of Him.