A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.

Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.