Er / He Finden / Find Ist gestorben / Died Kommissioniert / Picked Könnte / Could Nur / Only Oben / Up Schreiben / Writing Sehr / Very Tag / Day Trost / Consolation
Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.
Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?
I'm very conscious of the fact that when I'm working, my daughter is not with one of her parents.
Very simple ideas lie within the reach only of complex minds.
Punk is not dead. Punk will only die when corporations can exploit and mass produce it.
I didn't take writing seriously at first - I didn't think I could do it. When I did, I fell in love with it. But writing is very lonely.
Until 1954, I'd only ever thought of being a painter, but I earned my money when and where I could. You could say I drifted into writing.
I had done Shrek as a Canadian and I'm very proud to be Canadian, but I knew I could give more to it.
I have the feeling that everybody was waiting for me to die so they could rediscover me. Then they found out I'm not dead yet, so they are rediscovering me while I'm still alive.
