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I Think All Writers Write For An Audience. There Is No Such Thing As Writing For Yourself.

What Does The Money Machine Eat? It Eats Youth, Spontaneity, Life, Beauty, And, Above All, It Eats Creativity. It Eats Quality And Sh*ts Quantity.

Strip Your Psyche To The Bare Bones Of Spontaneous Process, And You Give Yourself One Chance In A Thousand To Make The Pass.

I Think The Ideal Situation For A Family Is To Be Completely Incestuous.

The Cat Does Not Offer Services. The Cat Offers Itself.