I Am Gone Quite Mad With The

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

I Hate Handing Over Money To People For Doing What I Could Just As Easily Do Myself, It Makes Me Nervous.

I Began To See Why Woman-haters Could Make Such Fools Of Women. Woman-haters Were Like Gods: Invulnerable And Chock Full Of Power. They Descended, And Then They Disappeared. You Could Never Catch One.

Every Day One Has To Earn The Name Of 'writer' Over Again, With Much Wrestling.