To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.
A writerโs job is to cultivate what can go wrong.
If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.
I want to find something else, unknowable, some place that's not on the map. A real adventure.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
People fall so in love with their pain, they canโt leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.