For A Genius To Be A Genius,

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

A Writer's Business Is Minding Other People's Business ... All The Vices Of The Village Gossip Are The Virtues Of The Writer.

I Think We Will Have A Boy Baby And He Will Be Born On The 20th Of August. Everyone Else Has A Girl Baby And At Times I Don't Believe I Should Mind Having A Little Phyllis Dawn But Dearest Wants A Boy And I Do.

Rage Swept Over Her At Being Young, Young And Little, As If Some Evil Fairy Had Put That Spell On Her. Why Must You Be Locked Up In This Dreadful Cage Of Childhood For Twenty Or A Hundred Years? Nothing In Life Was Possible Unless You Were Old And Rich, Until Then You Were Only Small And Futile Before Your Tormentors, Desperately Waiting For The Release That Only Years Could Bring.

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.