If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

If The Body Is A Temple, Then Tattoos Are Its Stained Glass Windows.

But I Wasn't Sure. I Wasn't Sure At All. How Did I Know That Someday―at College, In Europe, Somewhere, Anywhere―the Bell Jar, With Its Stifling Distortions, Wouldn't Descend Again?

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

You Have To Be Able To Make A Real Creative Life For Yourself, Before You Can Expect Anyone Else To Provide One Ready-made For You.