Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
Is there life before death?
I think people want their illusions and writers are mostly illusion. When you read their words, you read a flattened, incomplete version of the writer.
See things as they are and write about them. Don?t waste your creative energy trying to make things up. Even if you are writing fiction, write the things you see and know.
Now we were descending just as steeply.