I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end
In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.
Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.
A writerโs job is to cultivate what can go wrong.
I hate how on TV they have to fill so many minutes. It means they have to put in anything, and by doing so they sort of trivialize news; news becomes this commodity that they need to fill dead time between commercials with.
Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.