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

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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.
Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.