Write Drunk; Edit Sober.

To Stay In Places And To Leave, To Trust, To Distrust, To No Longer Believe And Believe Again, . . . To Watch The Snow Come, To Watch It Go, To Hear Rain On A Tent, To Know Where I Can Find What I Want.

They Were Beaten To Start With. They Were Beaten When They Took Them From Their Farms And Put Them In The Army. That Is Why The Peasant Has Wisdom, Because He Is Defeated From The Start. Put Him In Power And See How Wise He Is.

All Cowardice Comes From Not Truly Loving, Or At Least, Not Loving Well.

Once Writing Has Become Your Major Vice And Greatest Pleasure Only Death Can Stop It.

Go All The Way With It. Do Not Back Off. For Once, Go All The Goddamn Way With What Matters.