Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
I call that man awake who, with conscious knowledge and understanding, can perceive the deep unreasoning powers in his soul, his whole innermost strength, desire and weakness, and knows how to reckon with himself.
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
I like pizza.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.