He Was Like Me - A Kindred

Well, Writing Was What I Wanted To Do, It Was Always What I Wanted To Do. I Had Novels To Write So I Wrote Them.

Better To Stay Alive," I Said. "at Least While There's A Chance To Get Free." I Thought Of The Sleeping Pills In My Bag And Wondered Just How Great A Hypocrite I Was. It Was So Easy To Advise Other People To Live With Their Pain.

All Struggles Are Essentially Power Struggles. Who Will Rule? Who Will Lead? Who Will Define, Refine, Confine, Design? Who Will Dominate? All Struggles Are Essentially Power Struggles,and Most Are No More Intellectual Than Two Rams Knocking Their Heads Together.

Helpless Lust And Unreasoning Anxiety Were Just Part Of Growing Up.

...i Realized That I Knew Less About Loneliness Than I Had Thought - And Much Less Than I Would Know When He Went Away.