Anxiety Is Loves Greatest Killer.

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.

Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was Born Of This.

I See Myself Wrapped In Lies, Which Do Not Seem To Penetrate My Soul, As If They Are Not Really A Part Of Me. They Are Like Costumes.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.

Dreams Are Essential To Life.