The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

All of life is a foreign country.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.