Human Beings Are Struggling, And

Soon He'll Come In Again And Kiss Me, But Differently. He'll Be Different And So I'll Be Different. It'll Be Different. I Thought, 'it'll Be Different, Different. It Must Be Different.

I Must Write. If I Stop Writing My Life Will Have Been An Abject Failure. It Is That Already To Other People. But It Could Be An Abject Failure To Myself. I Will Not Have Earned Death.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.