It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some

I Write Dozens And Dozens Of Pages More Than I Need, And Then Edit Them Down To Size. It's More Like Sculpture Than Construction.

Whatever You Do, Make Sure You Go Right To The Top, Because You Sure As Hell Can't Piss Upwards On People.

He Felt The Hot Impact Of Bullets. He Heard The Sound Of Chopping Meat. He Thought 'is That Me?' . . . And Then He Opened His Eyes.

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

I Am Happy”. They Understood What We English People Have Long Forgot. We're Not Our Sadness. We're Not Our Happiness Or Our Pain But Our Language Hypnotizes Us And Traps Us In Little Labelled Boxes ()