Kill Me, Or You Are A Murderer.

Writing [is] A Form Of Prayer.

Just Think How Many Thoughts A Blanket Smothers While One Lies Alone In Bed, And How Many Unhappy Dreams It Keeps Warm.

Anyone Who Cannot Come To Terms With His Life While He Is Alive Needs One Hand To Ward Off A Little His Despair Over His Fate... But With His Other Hand He Can Note Down What He Sees Among The Ruins.

What's Happened To Me,' He Thought. It Was No Dream.

Writing Is A Sweet, Wonderful Reward.