Lying is our stock-in-trade as social creatures.
We are each other’s magnitude and bond.
Everything will change. The only question is growing up or decaying.
My bookshelves have no order. I prune them regularly and sell the books to Myopic Books, a Chicago bookstore. They give me store credit, and then I spend all the store credit, and, presumably, return to sell them back more of the books I bought from them.
If society is a ship, it appears to many to be firmly at anchor in moral waters. Perhaps this isn’t so.
First fight. Then fiddle.
Favorite poems are like favorite children. We definitely have them but we never tell as the others would have their feelings hurt.
I probably like being isolated more than many people do, but I’m lucky to have the friendship of many fine people, and they keep me from becoming very isolated. The world of my mind is certainly a populated and warm place, too. It’s difficult for me to become too isolated with such resources.
A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
Follow your image as far as you can no matter how useless you think it is. Push yourself.