I Don't Think It Would Be Fun

Writing May Or May Not Be Your Salvation; It Might Or Might Not Be Your Destiny. But That Does Not Matter. What Matters Right Now Are The Words, One After Another. Find The Next Word. Write It Down.

You Mourn, For It Is Proper To Mourn. But Your Grief Serves You; You Do Not Become A Slave To Grief. You Bid The Dead Farewell, And You Continue.

You Don't Have To Stay Anywhere Forever.

It’s An Artist’s Job To Show People The World They Live In. We Hold Up Mirrors.

I'm Going To Go Home. Everything Is Going To Be Normal Again. Boring Again. Wonderful Again.