We Don’t Even Ask Happiness,

He Asked, "what Makes A Man A Writer?" "well," I Said, "it's Simple, It's Either You Get It Down On Paper Or You Jump Off A Bridge. Writers Are Desperate People And When They Stop Being Desperate They Stop Being Writers." "are You Desperate?" "i Don't Know.

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

I Didn't Like Parties.i Didn't Know How To Dance And People Frightened Me, Especially People At Parties. They Attempted To Be Sexy And Gay And Witty And Although They Hoped They Were Good At It, They Weren 't. They Were Bad At It. Their Trying So Hard Only Made It Worse.

It Was Like The Beginning Of Life And Laughter. It Was The Real Meaning Of The Sun

There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails.