When I Think About Sex

The Idea That I'm Going To Have To Sit Down To Write Some Fiction Where I'm Going To Have To Think Of A Plot Would Really Scare Me, Because It Would Come Out A Mess.

The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

People Don't Remember. Revenge Is Sweet.

I Had To Come To Terms With My Failure As An Artist... I Had To Find A Way For Myself.

Maybe I Don't Believe Things Myself, As Well. Truth Is Such A Transient Thing...