They Do Not Desire Anything More Than

I Made Up My Mind That Nothing,, Nothing Was Going To Stop Me Not Even Me.

I Started Carrying Blank Books Like This One Around, Which I Would Fill With All The Things I Couldn't Say.

I Could Not Believe In A God That Would Challenge Faith Like This.

Succotash My Balzac, Dipshiitake.

I Need An Office, So I Can Have A Place Where I Don't Write.