A Fortunate Author Can Write Maybe Twelve

I Don't Think Of Myself As An Artist. I'm Just A Guy Who Can Write.

If You Can’t Understand It Without An Explanation, You Can’t Understand It With An Explanation.

He Does Not Exist Here, With Me, But Flesh That Does Not Exist Will Never Die, And Promises Unmade Are Never Broken.

What A Terrible Thing It Is To Wound Someone You Really Care For And To Do It So Unconsciously.

It's Not Me But The World That's Deranged.