What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is

I Have Arranged My Little Life.

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.

Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can Feel It Breathe.

I Must Write. If I Stop Writing My Life Will Have Been An Abject Failure. It Is That Already To Other People. But It Could Be An Abject Failure To Myself. I Will Not Have Earned Death.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.