Everyone Has Something To Hide. And If

Let The Jagged Edge Of Sobriety Be Now Dulled.

…those Who’ve Marred Their Appearance In Any Way By Their Actions In Life Aren’t Forced To Witness That Marring. If They Were, They’d Become Self-conscious And Be Unable To Concentrate On Improving Themselves.

When You Sleep, Your Dream World Is As Real To You As Life, Isn’t It?

He Pretended It Was The Only Thing That Kept Him From It. But, Far Back In His Mind, He Wondered If He Could Write Anything. Often The Question Threw Itself At Him When He Was Least Expecting It. You Have Four Hours Every Morning, The Statement Would Rise Like A Menacing Wraith. You Have Time To Write Many Thousands Of Words. Why Don't You? And The Answer Was Always Lost In A Tangle Of Becauses And Wells And Endless Reasons That He Clung To Like A Drowning Man At Straws.

God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money. Nothing Can Ever Overcome It, It's Everything When It's Anything. How Can I Write In Peace With Endless Worries Of Money, Money, Money? (“disappearing Act”)