I Could Bear The Memory, But I

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

The Pursuit Of Greatness Means That Laziness Has No Place In Your Life.

My Mother Raised Me To Be A Writer.

It Is An Art Form To Hate New York City Properly. So Far I Have Always Been A Featherweight Debunker Of New York; It Takes Too Much Energy And Endurance To Record The Infinite Number Of Ways The City Offends Me.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.