I find writing extraordinarily difficult and not very pleasurable, though I find having done it very pleasurable. I won't lie about that.
From David Rakoff
About the only thing that I have - or had, because it's failing me lately - is my memory. I had a really good memory. I was always terribly protective of that fact.
Everyone I vote for never wins. Welcome to America.
I cannot escape the feeling that I was, at best, a cancer tourist, that my survival means I dabbled.
I do not go outdoors... As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of living in New York City is indoors. You want greenery? Order the spinach.
Fantastic days are what you wish upon those who have so few sunrises left, those whose lungs are so lesion-spangled with new cancer that they should be embracing as much life as they can. Time's a-wasting, go out and have yourself a fantastic day! Fantastic days are for goners.
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