Je suis autant Chinois que Fran c° ais. I am as much Chinese as French.
But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all.
How plotless real life was!
. . . if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.
Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.
For me, writing something down was the only road out. . . I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive. When I ran out of books I made up my own. At night, when I couldn't sleep, I made up stories in the dark.
I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start writing again - that I'm not sure I could fit the two parts of me back together now.
Privacy in one's associations. . . may in many circumstances be indispensable to freedom of association, particularly where a group espouses dissident beliefs.
I always imagined my little cartoons on plates for some reason.
Some people are better imagined in one's bed than found there in the morning.
Chiropractors correct abnormalities of the intellect as well as those of the body.