Quiet Is Here And All

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming.

God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money. Nothing Can Ever Overcome It, It's Everything When It's Anything. How Can I Write In Peace With Endless Worries Of Money, Money, Money? (“disappearing Act”)

The Vampire Was Real. It Was Only That His True Story Had Never Been Told.

To Get Married And Have A Family, Is To Grow Up And Mature. It's The Only Way. You Can Read Philosophy Books For A Hundred Years, But If You Don't Get Married And Have A Family You Will Never Get It. They Soften You And Shape You, Mature You. Absolutely.