Staying Alive Was What We Did To

It Was Love, Of Course, Though I Didn't Know It Then And Finn Was Both Its Subject And Object. He Accepted Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions, Like A Wild Thing Glimpsed Through Trees.

Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

Self-knowledge Is Essential Not Only To Writing, But To Doing Almost Anything Really Well. It Allows You To Work Through From A Deep Place - From The Deep, Dark Corners Of Your Subconscious Mind.

A Piano Might Fall On Your Head, He Said, But It Also Might Not. And In The Meantime You Never Know. Something Nice Might Happen.

At The Time, I Didn't Have The Insight To Wonder At The Transient Nature Of Despair, But Now That I'm Older I've Seen How Little It Takes To Turn A Person's Life Around For Better Or Worse. An Event Will Do, Or An Idea. Another Person. An Idea Of A Person.