We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
Julho 28th, 2014 - 7.532 notas
Normally, in anything I do, I’m fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.
Julho 11th, 2014 - 2.021 notas
I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life.
Junho 25th, 2014 - 4.860 notas