It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.
I am a cigarette with a body attached to it
You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?
That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.
Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.
I guess my writing has changed as my life has.