Some Must Cry So That Others May

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.

Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next Year I Will Kill Myself. But I Might As Well Last Out My Month's Rent, Which Has Been Paid Up.