I Don't Think You Have

Pay Attention To The Beauty Surrounding You.

I'd Wanted To Be A Writer My Whole Life. But When I Finally Made It, I Felt Like A Greyhound Catching The Mechanical Rabbit She'd Been Chasing For So Long--discovering It Was Merely Metal, Wrapped In Cloth. It Wasn't Alive; It Had No Spirit. It Was Fake.

Everything Takes Me Forever. It's All Lurch, Flail. I Hope That Is Good News To You Writers.

When You Make Friends With Fear, It Can’t Rule You.

I Thought The Secret Of Life Was Obvious: Be Here Now, Love As If Your Whole Life Depended On It, Find Your Life's Work, And Try To Get Hold Of A Giant Panda.