I Felt Very Still And Empty, The

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All. I've Got To Go Down Deep, To Fall Into People, To Really Know Them.

The Thing About Writing Is Not To Talk, But To Do It; No Matter How Bad Or Even Mediocre It Is, The Process And Production Is The Thing, Not The Sitting And Theorizing About How One Should Write Ideally, Or How Well One Could Write If One Really Wanted To Or Had The Time.

The Slime Of All My Yesterdays Rots In The Hollow Of My Skull.

There Is A Certain Clinical Satisfaction In Seeing Just How Bad Things Can Get.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.