It Occurred To Me That

Don't Wait To Be Sure. Move, Move, Move.

I'm Interested In What The Virtues Of All Those Things Are, Especially For The Kind Of Person Who's Made Their Own World That Revolves Around Them, Like Writers Do. It Seems Especially Precious.

I Wondered If I Would Spend The Rest Of My Life Inventing Complicated Ways To Depress Myself.

I Spend A Lot Of Time Obsessing About Getting A Dignified Eight Hours' Sleep.

In My Paranoid World Every Storekeeper Thinks I’m Stealing, Every Man Thinks I’m A Prostitute Or A Lesbian, Every Woman Thinks I’m A Lesbian Or Arrogant, And Every Child And Animal Sees The Real Me And It Is Evil.