Great Writers Are Indecent People They Live

The Writer Has No Responsibility Other Than To Jack Off In Bed Alone And Write A Good Page.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.

I Was Laying In Bed One Night And I Thought 'i'll Just Quit - To Hell With It.' And Another Little Voice Inside Me Said 'don't Quit - Save That Tiny Little Ember Of Spark.' And Never Give Them That Spark Because As Long As You Have That Spark, You Can Start The Greatest Fire Again.

To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

I've Never Met Another Man I'd Rather Be.