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An Extraordinary Writer....it Is The Vastness Of Nick Tosches’ Heart That Makes It Possible To Reveal The Darkness.

There Are A Lot Of People In This Country Who Really Like My Writing. And A Lot Of Writers Respect Me. But The So-called Establishment? They Hate Me.

When I Stop Doing The Things That Make Me Unhappy, I Will Experience The Happiness That Is That Natural State Of Being. See, I Don't Think We Were Created With Some Pain And Misery And Whatever. I Think We Were Created By Whatever This Thing Is, When It Extended Itself, And, Here We Are. But I Pile On So Many Misconceptions That I End Up Uncomfortable In My Own Skin.

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.

I Suspect There Will Never Be A Requiem For A Dream, Simply Because It Will Destroy Us Before We Have The Opportunity To Mourn It's Passing.