It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.
In the hands of politicians grand designs achieve nothing but new forms of the old misery.
God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Everyone who is not happy must be shot.
All men are born free: just not for long.