And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Why do my beheld beauties vanish and deform themselves as soon as I look twice.
There is a chargeFor the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart——It really goes.
Then it hit me and I just blurted, 'I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
Then I thought, No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.
The more hopeless you were, the farther away they hid you.
So I am led to one or two choices! Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I'm any good? Above all, CAN A SELFISH, EGOCENTRI...
My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.
My hours are married to shadow.
My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.
Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
Let me fly with you.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll e flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...
I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me
I wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done.
I saw their mouths going up and down without a sound, as if they were sitting on the deck of a departing ship, stranding me in the middle of a huge silence.
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.
I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in bap...