Nobody Can Save You But

The Night Kept Coming On In And There Was Nothing I Could Do.

Any Asshole Can Chase A Skirt, Art Takes Discipline.

Writing Is Something That You Don't Know How To Do. You Sit Down And It's Something That Happens, Or It May Not Happen. So, How Can You Teach Anybody How To Write? It's Beyond Me, Because You Yourself Don't Even Know If You're Going To Be Able To. I'm Always Worried, Well, You Know, Every Time I Go Upstairs With My Wine Bottle. Sometimes I'll Sit At That Typewriter For Fifteen Minutes, You Know. I Don't Go Up There To Write. The Typewriter's Up There. If It Doesn't Start Moving, I Say, Well This Could Be The Night That I Hit The Dust.

Pain Is Absurd Because It Exists, Nothing More.

I Was An Agnostic. Agnostics Didn't Have Much To Argue About.