To be alive is to be dizzy and not to know exactly where to go.
While you can't hold on to everything forever, you're a fool if you sell back your college books at semester's end: have you learned nothing of this life?
We are all in wires, eventually, reduced to what we said, or didn't say, and what we wrote or didn't write, who loved or didn't love, or loved and lost and never told it except for writing in or to a...
