I Do Not Have Any Home. So

I Do Not Have Any Home. So Why Should I Be Homesick?

Writing, For Me, Is A Search For God.

I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing The Wrong Tree.

Sunday Afternoons Are The Longest Afternoons Of All.

The People Dreamed And Fought And Slept As Much As Ever. And By Habit They Shortened Their Thoughts So That They Would Not Wander Out Into The Darkness Beyond Tomorrow.