The Child Lives In The Book; But

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

Temperamentally, The Writer Exists On Happenings, On Contacts, Conflicts, Action And Reaction, Speed, Pressure, Tension. Were He Acontemplative Purely, He Would Not Write.

Young Girls Like The Excess Of Any Quality. Without Knowing, They Want To Suffer, To Suffer They Must Exaggerate; They Like To Have Loud Chords Struck On Them.

I Suspect Victims; They Win In The Long Run.

Sacrificers ... Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those That They Sacrifice. Oh, The Sacrificers, They Get It Both Ways. A Person Knows Themselves That They're Able To Do Without.