Get Rid Of Meaning. Your Mind Is

There's A Point At Which When I Start To Know A Man Well--this Isn't True Of Women--i Wonder Whether There's Something In Him That's Evil. Something That's Pure And Can't Be Touched. This Quality Of Evil May Be Related To The Quality Of Artistry, For An Artist Has The Same Characteristics.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

I Understand That When People Read My Books That There's Something There - But I Don't Identify With It.

I'm No Longer A Child And I Still Want To Be, To Live With The Pirates. Because I Want To Live Forever In Wonder. The Difference Between Me As A Child And Me As An Adult Is This And Only This: When I Was A Child, I Longed To Travel Into, To Live In Wonder. Now, I Know, As Much As I Can Know Anything, That To Travel Into Wonder Is To Be Wonder. So It Matters Little Whether I Travel By Plane, By Rowboat, Or By Book. Or, By Dream. I Do Not See, For There Is No I To See. That Is What The Pirates Know. There Is Only Seeing And, In Order To Go To See, One Must Be A Pirate.

I Find Waiting Unbearable Because It Makes Me Passive And Negates Me. I Hate Being Nothing.