It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left t…”

“for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is simil…”

“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer …”

“in the cupboard sits my bottlelike a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers.I …”