I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen

I Think It [religion] Is An Art, The Greatest One; An Extension Of The Communion All The Other Arts Attempt.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Wanted To Know More About The Young ... Strange That Though They Laughed So Loud, They So Seldom Smiled. Perhaps Laughter Was Involuntary Whereas Smiling Was Part Of An Attitude To Life.