I Do Not Fight Against Men, But

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

I Have The Feeling It Will Influence My Future Writing To The Extent That Without Any Material Worries I Could Develop A Greater Ease, Even Lightheartedness, In My Writing

I Cannot Stand Public Attention, I Just Can't. Of Course, If I May I Might Write Something Instead

Vice Is Basically The Love Of Failure.

Love Points The Way. Desire Is Its Ignorant Advisor.