Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled,

Somewhere Between Apathy And Anarchy Lies The Thinking Human Being.

There Are Millions Of Ways To Not Be Writing. You Say You're Not In The Mood, You'll Pick It Up Tomorrow.

There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn't There When The Lights Are On.

I've Never Planned Ahead.i Just Sort Of Go Through Life Checking The Menu Of Three Meals That Day. I Never Worry About Tomorrow. It's Only Since I've Gotten Older That I've Begun To Wonder About Time Running Out. Is It Sufficient Unto Itself That I Don't Plan? Because Maybe Next Thursday Won't Come One Day. And Then, I'm Concerned About That. But That's Not Uniquely The Writer's Concern, That's The Concern Of Every Middle-aged Man Who Looks In The Mirror.

Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of The Mind Itself.