“I’m ambidextrous. I can write just as poorly with either hand.”

“Sometimes I feel I’m just doing a poor impression of a person. Maybe I feel this way because I have no money.”

“Writer’s want to write something that’ll live forever. I don’t. What do I care if my writing lives forever if I won’t? I just want to be recognized while I’m still alive. 
”

“What I did I can’t undo. But I can address it, and undress you.” This is the chorus in a new song I’m writing called “Mannequin Love.”

“I’m a poor worker. The quality of work I do is excellent, but I make no money.”

“It’s 3:33 am as I’m writing this down on loose sheets of printer paper. I’m in the back office sitting behind the manager’s desk, just enjoying the good life. In essence, this job enables me to be a real writer, because here I am writing, and getting paid to do it.”

“Writing is hard, but I don’t want to kill myself trying to write. Not unless I’m writing a suicide note.”