August Rain: The Best Of

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid. I Can Never Read All The Books I Want; I Can Never Be All The People I Want And Live All The Lives I Want.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.