I am the Raskolnikov of jerking off – the sticky evidence is everywhere!
I often have to write a hundred pages or more before there's a paragraph that's alive.
The signore...wishes her to begin at the beginning.
Stop worrying about growing old. And think about growing up.
He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.
The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.