The Human Heart, As Of Course We

I Drive Around The Streets An Inch Away From Weeping, Ashamed Of My Sentimentality And Possible Love.

I Guess The Only Time Most People Think About Injustice Is When It Happens To Them.

And I Said To Myself That He Was The First Thing That I Had Ever Missed In My Life.

I Feel Strangely Normal.

I Write As A Function. Without It I Would Fall Ill And Die. It's As Much A Part Of One As The Liver Or Intestine, And Just About As Glamorous.