A Conclusion Is Simply The Place Where

Imaginative Empathy Is One Of The Great Gifts That Humans Have, And It Means That We Can Live More Than One Life. We Can Picture What It Would Be Like From Another Perspective.

I Still Think About The Writers I Loved When I Was A Kid.

I Guess I've Been Blessed With Insomnia Because I Do A Lot Of My Writing At Night. Because I Don't Sleep As Much As I Probably Should, I Have That Extra Time To Write Weird Stories And Think Odd Thoughts.

You Can Go On Like This For A Very Long Time, And No One Will Notice. You Keep Thinking You're Going To Hit Some Sort Of Bottom, But I'm Here To Tell You: There Is No Bottom.

I Never Could Figure Out How Those People Like Bukowski Could Be Both Carousers And Writers At The Same Time, Because To Me Writing Takes As Much Destructive Energy As It Takes To Be A Really Good Professional Drunk.