Writers Should Be Read, But Neither Seen

I Would Have Gone Too But I Wanted To Come Straight Back To You.i Kept Thinking Of You, Waiting Here, All By Yourself, Not Knowing What Was Going To Happen.

I Suppose Sooner Or Later In The Life Of Everyone Comes A Moment Of Trial. We All Of Us Have Our Particular Devil Who Rides Us And Torments Us, And We Must Give Battle In The End.

...the Routine Of Life Goes On, Whatever Happens, We Do The Same Things, Go Through The Little Performance Of Eating, Sleeping, Washing. No Crisis Can Break Through The Crust Of Habit.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.

All Whispers And Echoes From A Past That Is Gone Teem Into The Sleeper's Brain, And He Is With Them, And Part Of Them.