I Gave Up On The Big Screen.

Dickens Is A Very Underrated Writer At The Moment. Everyone In His Time Admired Him But I Think Right Now He's Not Spoken Of Enough.

Maybe That's What Hell Is. You Go Mad. And All Your Demons Come And Get You Just As Fast As You Can Think Them Up.

From My Stone Pillow I Have Dreamed Dreams Of The Mortal World Above. I Have Heard Its Voices, Its New Music, As Lullabies As I Lie In My Grave. I Have Envisioned Its Fantastical Discoveries. I Have Known Its Courage In The Timeless Sanctum Of My Thoughts. And Though It Shuts Me Out With Its Dazzling Forms, I Long For One With The Strength To Roam It Fearlessly, To Ride The Devil's Road Through Its Heart.

‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist Like Me, Somebody Who Can Die Laughing For Hours Over The Pattern Of The Carpet In A Hotel Lobby.

My Own Funeral, I'd Like To Be Laid Out In A Coffin In My Own House. I Would Like My Coffin To Be Put In The Double Parlor, And I Would Like All The Flowers To Be White.