A Writer’s Job Is To Cultivate What

You Have To Jump Into Disaster With Both Feet.

No, None Of Us Seem So Very Real. We're Only Supporting Characters In The Lives Of Each Other. Any Real Truth, Any Precious Fact Will Always Be Lost In A Mountain Of Shattered Make-believe.

We Live And We Die And Anything Else Is Just A Delusion.

The Voice Says, Maybe You Don't Go To Hell For The Things You Do. Maybe You Go To Hell For The Things You Don't Do. The Things You Don't Finish.

This Is Less Teaching Than Damage Control. You May As Well Paint A House That’s On Fire.