Gasping For Breath, The Body Still Battling

At One Time I Used To Keep Notebooks With Outlines For Stories. But I Found Doing This Somehow Deadened The Idea In My Imagination. If The Notion Is Good Enough, If It Truly Belongs To You, Then You Can't Forget It-it Will Haunt You Till It's Written.

It Should Take You About Four Seconds To Walk From Here To The Door. I'll Give You Two.

When You've Got Nowhere To Turn, Turn On The Gas.

To Wake Up One Morning And Feel That I Was A Last A Grown-up Person, Emptied Of Resentment, Vengeful Thoughts And Other Wasteful Childish Emotions. To Find Myself, In Other Words, An Adult. Truman Capote

And In This Moment, Like A Swift Intake Of Breath, The Rain Came.