Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.
Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.
There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!
