Innocence Is A Kind Of Insanity

There Is Always One Moment In Childhood When The Door Opens And Lets The Future In.

What Happens If You Drop All The Things That Make You I?

As Long As Nothing Happens Anything Is Possible.

And There, In That Phrase, The Bitterness Leaks Again Out Of My Pen. What A Dull Lifeless Quality This Bitterness Is. If I Could I Would Write With Love, But If I Could Write With Love I Would Be Another Man; I Would Never Have Lost Love.

Writing Is A Form Of Therapy; Sometimes I Wonder How All Those Who Do Not Write, Compose Or Paint Can Manage To Escape The Madness, Melancholia, The Panic And Fear Which Is Inherent In A Human Situation.