When I Don't Write, I Feel My

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

Each Contact With A Human Being Is So Rare, So Precious, One Should Preserve It.

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.

There Is No Denying That We Are Suffering From A Collective Neurosis And The Novel Which Does Not Face This Is Not A Novel Of Our Time.

Some People Read To Confirm Their Own Hopelessness. Others Read To Be Rescued From It.