After All, When You Come Right Down

There Are Situations In Life To Which The Only Satisfactory Response Is A Physically Violent One. If You Don't Make That Response, You Continually Relive The Unresolved Situation Over And Over In Your Life.

What A Weird Thing Smoking Is And I Can't Stop It. I Feel Cosy, Have A Sense Of Well-being When I'm Smoking, Poisoning Myself, Killing Myself Slowly. Not So Slowly Maybe. I Have All Kinds Of Pains I Don't Want To Know About And I Know That's What They're From. But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.

An Idea Is An Eye Given By God For The Seeing Of God. Some Of These Eyes We Cannot Bear To Look Out Of; We Blind Them As Quickly As Possible.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.

My Generation Was Somewhat Between Things, Neither Free Nor Much Supported By Whatever Held Us In.