The Rumble Of The Life

...i Know All About Myself Now, I Know. You've Told Me So Often. You Haven't Left Me One Rag Of Illusion To Clothe Myself In.

Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

I Must Write. If I Stop Writing My Life Will Have Been An Abject Failure. It Is That Already To Other People. But It Could Be An Abject Failure To Myself. I Will Not Have Earned Death.

I Am The Only Real Truth I Know.

I Often Want To Cry. That Is The Only Advantage Women Have Over Men — At Least They Can Cry.