I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

I Must Write. If I Stop Writing My Life Will Have Been An Abject Failure. It Is That Already To Other People. But It Could Be An Abject Failure To Myself. I Will Not Have Earned Death.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.

I Have Arranged My Little Life.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.