The only truth is music.
Pretty girls make graves
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all.
Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.
Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?
Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.