He Felt The Hot Impact Of Bullets.

I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words. I Use Everything. Turning Life Into Stories Is How I Make Sense Of My Experience.

A Bullet In The Right Place Can Change The World.

And I Ask Him Why He Cuts His Arms With A Razor. "just Fo Feel. Just To Feel Something.

There Are Dozens Of Unfinished Or Aborted Projects In My Files, But I Can Only Assume They Don't Get Done Because They're Not Robust Enough To Struggle Through The Birth Process.

The Perfect Fascist State Needs To Operate In Conditions Of Perpetual Warfare. Have You Ever Noticed How The World Has Been In Constant Crisis Since World War Ii?