I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.

Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.