The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.
not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.
eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.
my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here