But Surely For Everything You Love You

Things Go Entirely Differently From The Way You Planned Them.

One Little Indian Boy Left All Alone; He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were None.

It Is Odd How, When You Have A Secret Belief Of Your Own Which You Do Not Wish To Acknowledge, The Voicing Of It By Someone Else Will Rouse You To A Fury Of Denial.

But No Artist, I Now Realize, Can Be Satisfied With Art Alone. There Is A Natural Craving For Recognition Which Cannot Be Gain-said.

It's Astonishing In This World How Things Don't Turn Out At All The Way You Expect Them To.