I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. read more

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.

Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.

Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.

Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.