I Write Because I Feel Driven To

As Far As I Can See, The History Of Experimental Art In The Twentieth Century Is Intimately Bound Up With The Experience Of Intoxification.

It Is Not That Sport, Over-indulged In, Coarsens The Mind; It Is That It Dulls It.

You Don't Need To Know This - But Here Goes: Due To Some Acquired Infantilism, I Feel Compelled To Fall Asleep Listening To The Radio. On A Good Night, I'll Push The Frail Barque Of My Psyche Off Into The Waters Of Lethe Accompanied By The Midnight Newsreader - On A Bad One, It's The Shipping Forecast.

Lives Don't Divide Up Into Chapters. People Don't Just Talk, While Nothing's Going On In Their Head, And Then Respond. You Know, None Of These Things Actually Happen.

The Cynics Are Correct The Sense Of Freewill Is Only That Feeling Which We Have When We Take The Necessitated Option That Most Appeals To Us.