I Am Afraid. I Am Not Solid,

I Love People. Everybody. I Love Them, I Think, As A Stamp Collector Loves His Collection. Every Story, Every Incident, Every Bit Of Conversation Is Raw Material For Me.

Please Don’t Expect Me To Always Be Good And Kind And Loving. There Are Times When I Will Be Cold And Thoughtless And Hard To Understand.

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

Every Day One Has To Earn The Name Of 'writer' Over Again, With Much Wrestling.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.