Hell Is For Other People.

I Am. I Am, I Exist, I Think, Therefore I Am; I Am Because I Think, Why Do I Think? I Don't Want To Think Any More, I Am Because I Think That I Don't Want To Be, I Think That I . . . Because . . . Ugh!

I Had Dreamed My Life For Nearly Fifty Years (i Am About To Be Fifty-nine). But, You See, There Are Two Tones In Les Mats: The Echo Of This Condemnation And A Mitigation Of That Severity.

It Is Meaningless That We Are Born, It Is Meaningless That We Die.

I Considered Calmly That I Was Born To Write.

When Rich People Fight Wars With One Another, Poor People Are The Ones To Die.