Writing Is Like Paying Myself A Formal

Stones In The Road? I Save Every Single One, And One Day I'll Build A Castle.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

Talking To People Makes Me Feel Like Sleeping. Only My Ghostly And Imaginary Friends, Only The Conversations I Have In My Dreams, Are Genuinely Real And Substantial.

We Never Love Anyone. What We Love Is The Idea We Have Of Someone. It's Our Own Concept—our Own Selves—that We Love.

What Is Art But The Denial Of Life?