I Became Paralyzed As An Artist With

The Real Question Is: How Do You React? What Do You Do Next? Evade Responsibilities? Bury Yourself In Work? What Do You Do? All Three Of My Novels Take Up That Question, Although None Gives An Answer.

None Of Those Other Things Makes A Difference. Love Is The Strongest Thing In The World, You Know. Nothing Can Touch It. Nothing Comes Close. If We Love Each Other We're Safe From It All. Love Is The Biggest Thing There Is.

It's A Brooding Melancholy That Haunts Me.

I Know You'll Think This Is Crazy, But All I Want To Do Is Hold You, And I Think That If You'll Let Me Do That Just For A Few Seconds, I Can Walk Away, And Never Speak To You Again.

What Some People Interpret As Brooding Melancholy Is Serenity. I Don't Feel Required To Grasp All The Time.