I Can Write Best In The Silence

Men May Rise On Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves To Higher Things.

I Did Not Have One Bad Spell During Writing - An Unprecedented Record.

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.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.