August 2010
My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge...
– Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But...
Last night I felt unbelievably sad and sometimes it happens that way: a...
– Close to the Knives, David Wojnarowicz
You forgave me in a dream the other night. The more you told me it was alright,...
– Henry Rollins