Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.
If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both-you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
I think we're doing a dreadful job of educating.
My goal is to entertain myself and others.
How to feel your way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of your skull.
Do what you love, don't do anything else.