I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.
No one masters the heart.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
Just to get serious about this thing, you know. One has to be compassionate. It's true that people are up against things, economically and emotionally.
Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore
I don't think you can write novels on the road. You need a certain stability.