It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.
Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.