Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.
Creativity is a continual surprise.
I don't tell anyone how to write and no one tells me.
There is only one type of story in the world-your story.
God, here and there, makes madness a calling.
They are so confident that they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that some day it'll have to hit.