Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

You're...writing for other writers to an extent-the dead writers whose work you admire, as well as the living writers you like to read.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

My life is going to change. I feel it.