There's No Way I Can Stop Writing,

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

Don't Ever Write A Novel Unless It Hurts Like A Hot Turd Coming Out.

If It Doesn't Come Bursting Out Of You In Spite Of Everything, Don’t Do It.

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.

Knowledge Is Knowing As Little As Possible.