If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead.
when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.
it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.
What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.
There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.