Will spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. “Come and get me.
We all have fertile creative periods and times when we can't figure out how we ever did it.
Sharing a triumph with someone you love is an incredible high.
You made a lot of mistakes, and you wrote a lot of crap. But it was all part of the learning process.
She could only write with him at night and she was wasting her days just sitting around. So he thought I could write with her during the day. And that was Carole King.
When you feel good about what youve written, there is just no high that is greater.
We wrote what sounded good to us and hoped it would find a home.
An Atheist loves himself and his fellow man instead of a god. An Atheist knows that heaven is something for which we should work now, here on earth, for all men together to enjoy.
there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.
My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.
Children add to the wonder of being alive.