And What Does Anyone Know About Traitors,

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.

I Long To Be ... Like Other People! The Extraordinary, Ungetatable, Oddly Cruel Other People, With Their Way Of Wantonly Hurting And Then Accusing You Of Being Thin-skinned, Sulky, Vindictive Or Ridiculous.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

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.