The Human Body Is Mostly

My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness

‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic. There’ No Lie In Her Fire.

Writers Are Desperate People And When They Stop Being Desperate They Stop Being Writers.

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

The Apartment Was Built At The Edge Of A High Cliff So That When You Looked Out The Back Window It Seemed As If You Were Twelve Floors Up Instead Of Four. It Was Very Much Like Living On The Edge Of The World - A Last Resting Place Before The Final Big Drop.