I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.
Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.
In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.