Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.