Everything in life is writable.

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.