It's all about writing, buddy.
"So what? All writers are lunatics!"
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
"She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her.
There could never have been another.
"
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