Er / He Gedreht / Turned Ihm / Him Innerhalb / Inside Lose / Loose Messen / Measure Müller / Miller Schreiben / Write Tod / Death Verdienen / Merit Verkäufer / Salesman Veröffentlicht / Released Warten / Waiting
Something inside of me just said 'Hey, wait a minute, I want to beat him,' and I just took off.
I'm completely dyslexic - it's the writing part. People read what I've written, and they have no idea what I'm trying to say.
I had a moment where I was like, 'I'm so tired of waiting for other people to accept me.'
The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.
To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.
I'm a real low profile guy. So a date night for me is kind of curled up at home and watching something... have a nice glass of wine, a nice meal and we're all set.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
I'm one of the great unemployed looking for the next job. I'm waiting for the right offer. Like anyone, I want something that turns me on inside.
Once I've written something it does tend to run away from me. I don't seem to have any part of it - it's no longer my piece of writing.
