When I Don't Write, I Feel My

... And The Very Folds Of The Curtains Contained Secrets And Sighs.

I Adore The Struggle You Carry In Yourself. I Adore Your Terrifying Sincerity.

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.

The Human Father Has To Be Confronted And Recognized As Human, As Man Who Created A Child And Then, By His Absence, Left The Child Fatherless And Then Godless.

Also, I Do Not Like The Companionship Of Women. They Are Petty And Personal. They Hang On To Their Mysteries And Secrets, They Act And Pretend. I Like The Character Of Men Better.