There Are Hours When I Must Force

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.