I Never Knew A Man Who Had

Writing Is A Form Of Therapy; Sometimes I Wonder How All Those Who Do Not Write, Compose Or Paint Can Manage To Escape The Madness, Melancholia, The Panic And Fear Which Is Inherent In A Human Situation.

Beauty Is Like Success: We Can't Love It For Long.

We Never Get Accustomed To Being Less Important To Other People Than They Are To Us.

I Hate You, God. I Hate You As Though You Actually Exist.

There Is A Point Of No Return, Unremarked At The Time, In Most Lives.