My best stories come out of nowhere, with no concern for form at all.
You need to see a bit of hell now and then. That, and great joy.
Love and despair go hand in hand.
I wanted very much to be Miles Davis when I was a boy, but without the practice. It just looked like an endless road.
What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.
Randomness I love. And I still love just a holler right in the middle of an ongoing narrative. Pain or joy, ecstasy.