Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.
Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.
Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
I knew it would be you