take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

nobody ever finds the one

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.