Write About What You're Afraid Of.

And I Sat There Getting Drunker And Drunker And More In Love And More In Love...and You Can Never Touch A Girl In The Same Way More Than Once, Twice, Or Another Number Of Times However Much You May Wish To Hold, Wrap, Or Otherwise Fix Her Hand, Or Look, Or Some Other Quality, Or Incident, Known To You Previously.

Maybe Writing Can't Be Taught, But Editing Can Be Taught—prayer, Fasting And Self-mutilation.

Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With A Stupidity That Can Astound The Most Experienced.

Let Me Point Out, If It Has Escaped Your Notice, That What An Artist Does, Is Fail.

Capitalism Arose And Took Off Its Pajamas. Another Day, Another Dollar. Each Man Is Valued At What He Will Bring In The Marketplace. Meaning Has Been Drained From Work And Assigned Instead To Remuneration.