I'm Doped And Thick From My Last

I Smile, Now, Thinking: We All Like To Think We Are Important Enough To Need Psychiatrists

England Offers New Comforts. I Could Write A Novel There.

The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas, As If Whatever It Was The Pine Boughs And The Candles And The Silver And Gilt-ribboned Presents And The Birch-log Fires And The Christmas Turkey And The Carols At The Piano Promised Never Came To Pass.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.