I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
The trouble with a mask is it never changes
people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.