I read some of my stories recently and thought, 'How in the hell did I get away with that?' I had some really raw cynicism in some of them.
“To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.”
“When I grow up I am going to be a ballerina. I will be in Giselle. It will be so much fun being a ballerina.”