-silence is the killer more so than a long handed blow of words.
-everyone loves the writer, they admire the writer, want to be nice to the writer. it's all fake. at the end of the day, the writer drinks from his bottle, racks his brain for ideas and sleeps alone in his bed, with no one around to extend a hand. it's like watching someone self destruct themselves from behind glass. it's voyeurism on your side.