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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

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Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.