Writing [is] A Form Of

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.

Was He An Animal, That Music Could Move Him So? He Felt As If The Way To The Unknown Nourishment He Longed For Were Coming To Light.

I Do Not Read Advertisements. I Would Spend All Of My Time Wanting Things.

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.

God Gives The Nuts, But He Does Not Crack Them.