I Had A Tumor. But It Was

I Find Life Itself Provides Ample And Sufficient Tests Of My Valor And Mettle: Illness; Betrayal; Fruitless Searches For Love; Working For The Abusive, The Insane, And The Despotic. All Challenges Easily As Thrilling To Me As Scrambling Over Icy Rock In A Pair Of Barely Adequate Boots.

Almost Any Age Is Better Than Twenty-two.

Being A Stranger Was Like Being Dead, And Brought To Mind How, In A Book He Had Read That Most Folks Misunderstood One Common State: The Flip Side Of Love Is Indifference, Not Hate.

I Am Going To The Bad Place, As Is My Wont.

The Only Thing That Makes One An Artist Is Making Art. And That Requires The Precise Opposite Of Hanging Out; A Deeply Lonely And Unglamorous Task Of Tolerating Oneself Long Enough To Push Something Out.