Every Word I Say Has

I Hated The Mountains And The Hills, The Rivers And The Rain. I Hated The Sunsets Of Whatever Colour, I Hated Its Beauty And Its Magic And The Secret I Would Never Know. I Hated Its Indifference And The Cruelty Which Was Part Of Its Loveliness. Above All I Hated Her. For She Belonged To The Magic And The Loveliness. She Had Left Me Thirsty And All My Life Would Be Thirst And Longing For What I Had Lost Before I Found It.

...morbidly, Attracted Him To Strangeness, To Recklessnesss, Even Unhappiness.

All Of A Writer That Matters Is In The Book Or Books. It Is Idiotic To Be Curious About The Person.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.