I Can Write Best In The Silence

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.