In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

Isn't it pretty to think so.

Life is pain, so live it up while you can.

Live it up so you can write it down.

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or rather you can if you will be ruthless enough about it. But the best writing is certainly when you are in love. If it is all the same to you I would rather not expound on that.