Those Rituals Of Getting Ready To Write

Nothing Is Loathsomer Than The Self-loathing Of A Self One Loathes.

Nothing Is Intrinsically Valuable; The Value Of Everything Is Attributed To It, Assigned To It From Outside The Thing Itself, By People.

He Wishes He Had Never Entered The Funhouse. But He Has. Then He Wishes He Were Dead. But He's Not. Therefore He Will Construct Funhouses For Others And Be Their Secret Operator -- Though He Would Rather Be Among The Lovers For Whom Funhouses Are Designed.

The First Obligation Of The Writer Is To Be Interesting. To Be Interesting; Not To Change The World.

Choosing Is Existence. To The Extent That You Don't Choose, You Don't Exist.