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A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They Say, It Is Just The Drink Talking.

I Never Wanted To Be Mainstream As A Writer, But Look At What's Happened.

I Have No Place Left To Live But In My Own Heart.

Writing Is Not My Problem, It Is My Solution.

And What Amazes Me As I Hit The Motorway Is Not The Fact That Everyone Loses Someone, But That Everyone Loves Someone. It Seems Like Such A Massive Waste Of Energy -- And We All Do It, All The People Beetling Along Between The White Lines, Merging, Converging, Overtaking. We Each Love Someone, Even Though They Will Die. And We Keep Loving Them, Even When They Are Not There To Love Any More. And There Is No Logic Or Use To Any Of This, That I Can See.