I never measured up to success as our society measures success. ad. 4. Sitting in my chair, doped up on Zyprexa, blanket with the dog at my feet, I am not a giant measure of success. NO.

When I was eighteen years old, my first therapist asked me what I wanted, I told her, nothing.

Perhaps my problem in life was always that: I wanted nothing from life but to write, which is almost free. d4. It is under threat because of the hacking, but I have managed.

I have other dreams but they are not as powerful, and their successes can be reached in other ways.