Tweet, Tweet, You're Alive, You Ignorant Asshole.

You Can't Always Go To The Well And Have Things Be Funny.

Cynicism Makes You Feel Smart, I Know It, Even When You Aren't Smart.

I'm Dyslexic. If You Can Reconcile Yourself To Not Being Able To Burn Through Books, Which You Shouldn't Any Way, You Can Slow The Whole Process Down. Then, Because Of My Disability, There Is More For Me In Imaginative Literature Than There Is For Other People.

Writing Never Came Naturally And I Still Have To Force My Hand To Do It.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.