This Incompleteness Is All We Have.

Maybe When I Get In The Grave, Things Will Be Beautiful.

Long Before I Became 'rich And Famous' I Just Sat Round Drinking Wine And Staring At The Walls.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

That Was The Trouble With Being A Writer, That Was The Main Trouble—leisure Time, Excessive Leisure Time. You Had To Wait Around For The Buildup Until You Could Write And While You Were Waiting You Went Crazy, And While You Were Going Crazy You Drank And The More You Drank The Crazier You Got.

Before You Kill Something Make Sure You Have Something Better To Replace It With.