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"What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance."
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"Enthusiasm is a supernatural serenity."
"I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his keys.And of course there must be something wrongIn waiting to silence any song."
"She could smell damprot, high, sweet, and cloying. She could smell madness like dead vegetables in a dark cellar."
"How does it happen that a writer who's not even very good - and I can say that, I've read four or five of his books - gets to be in charge of the world's destiny? Or of the entire universe's?"If he's not very good, why didn't you stop at one?"Mrs. Tassenbaum smiled. "TouchA©. He is readable, I'll give him that - tells a good story..."
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"Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell."
"I haven't been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind."
"So many people will tell you no, and you need to find something you believe in so hard that you just smile and tell them watch me. Learn to take rejection as motivation to prove people wrong. Be unstoppable. Refuse to give up, no matter what. It's the best skill you can ever learn."
"I'm still lonely and it's a glorification of something I'm not finished with. I don't want to be distracted from my work by other people, but the absence of it all distracts me from my work and that's why I run towards the city, to get a little glimpse of it."
"I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you'd turn aroundyou'd tilt your headyou'd softly whisper stayor that you'd grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come."
"For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show on paper or employment to take care of my health or the reassurance that I can pay my rent. And I have no right to complain because this is the road I choose and I built it myself, not really knowing where I wanted it to lead, but I have hope in all things ahead and behind and I am learning to let myself go. Forget my own ego and believe that what I am doing is grander than my very own self."
"Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life."
"Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I have more or less constantly been on my way, on the road, always leaving and never arriving, which also means leaving people. I've loved and lost and I have regrets and I miss and no matter how many times you leave, start over, achieve success or travel places it's other people that matter. People, friends, family, lovers, strangers " they will forever stay with you, even if only through memory. I've grown to appreciate people to the deepest core and I'm trying to learn how to tell people what I want to tell them when I have the chance, before it's too late."
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