I Sometimes Confuse Myself With The Little

It Was All Those Biographies In Me Yelling, 'we Want Out. We Want To Tell You What We've Done To You.'

There Comes A Time In A Man's Life When To Get Where He Has To Go - If There Are No Doors Or Windows He Walks Through A Wall.

I Am Somewhat Of A Meliorist. That Is To Say, I Act As An Optimist Because I Find I Cannot Act At All, As A Pessimist. One Often Feels Helpless In The Face Of The Confusion Of These Times, Such A Mass Of Apparently Uncontrollable Events And Experiences To Live Through, Attempt To Understand, And If At All Possible, Give Order To; But One Must Not Withdraw From The Task If He Has Some Small Things To Offer - He Does So At The Risk Of Diminishing His Humanity.

You Can't Eat Language But It Eases Thirst.

If The Stories Come, You Get Them Written, You're On The Right Track. Eventually Everyone Learns His Or Her Own Best Way. The Real Mystery To Crack Is You.