There's No Way I Can Stop Writing,

There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside Your Brain Stare Back At You.

But My Whole Life Has Been A Matter Of Fighting For One Simple Hour To Do What I Want To Do. There Was Always Something Getting In The Way Of My Getting To Myself.

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

Never Bring A Lot Of Money To Where A Poor Man Lives. He Can Only Lose What Little He Has. On The Other Hand It Is Mathematically Possible That He Might Win Whatever You Bring With You. What You Must Do, With Money And The Poor, Is Never Let Them Get Too Close To One Another.