I Suppose I Have Written Novels To

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

You Will Always Be Here With Me; As Long As I Live, A Towering Figure Of Love.

It Feels A Long Way Up And Down From Zero.