The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

I've Been Slagged Off Completely By The Art World And I Don't Know Whether Fancy Being Slagged Off By The Literary World As Well. It's Just Too Much.

The Words Went Round And Round And Round In My Mind And My Body, Until I Knew They Were No Longer My Words But Something That Had Been Carved Into My Heart. And Now My Soul Was Crying.

All The Mistakes I've Ever Made In My Life Have Been When I've Been Drunk. I Haven't Made Hardly Any Mistakes Sober, Ever, Ever.

Strolling On The Plateau Of Life, Desperate For The Mountain, I Never Thought That I Would Get This Far. It's Only Art That Has Carried Me Through, Given Me Faith In My Own Existence. But Now I Am Approaching A Point In My Life Where I Desire More.

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.