I distrust thought. The interior life is highly overrated. I don't like the wispy and the vague... or inductive logic in any kind of writing. I'm impatient with writers who make too much sense. The better things that I've done have come to me by instinct.
“If evil be spoken of you and it be true, correct yourself, if it be a lie, laugh at it.”
“That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.”