The man i'll never be, Who remembers him?
It's pleasanter to work in the country, where you can wander out among the trees. But I don't get as much work done. In the city you don't want to leave the room because there's all that chaos going on.
I'm sure many writers have these strange, tiny little habits.
There's something inimical about the camera and song.
I do not hope for what I cannot have! I do not cling to things I cannot keep!
If I cannot fly, let me sing.