They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks,

I Am Empty Of Everything. I Am Empty Of Everything But The Thin, Frail Ghosts In My Room.

It Is Strange How Sad It Can Be - Sunlight In The Afternoon, Don't You Think?

It Was Like Letting Go And Falling Back Into Water And Seeing Yourself Grinning Up Through The Water, Your Face Like A Mask, And Seeing The Bubbles Coming Up As If You Were Trying To Speak From Under The Water. And How Do You Know What It's Like To Try To Speak From Under Water When You're Drowned?

I Must Write. If I Stop Writing My Life Will Have Been An Abject Failure. It Is That Already To Other People. But It Could Be An Abject Failure To Myself. I Will Not Have Earned Death.

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.