I Was Brought Up Among The Sort

Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.

Accountability In Friendship Is The Equivalent Of Love Without Strategy.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.

You Never Know What You Will Learn Till You Start Writing. Then You Discover Truths You Never Knew Existed.