If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.
The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.
Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.
The wisdom to quit is all we have left.
Angels, we have grown apart.
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.