I've Been Writing In Notebooks For 40

Bless Me, Father, For I Have Sinned, It's Been A Minute Since My Last Confession.

Love Her As In Childhood Through Feeble, Old And Grey. For You’ll Never Miss A Mother’s Love Till She’s Buried Beneath The Clay.

I Just Have To Proceed As Usual. No Matter What Happens, Nothing Helps With The Writing Of The Next Book.

The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While.

I Am Not Living The American Dream; I Am Living The American Fantasy.