She said, "Let me know if I hurt you. I'm not through with you."
She loved me like crazy. The crazy ones always do.
I hate to think that I might ever miss another sunset. Or sunup, for that matter. What if I haven't even heard the prettiest music? Don't leave any film in the camera, son. That's my advice.
When I start to worry about laziness I try to convince myself that I am working. My friend, Walt, told me the other day that I'm a writer, not a musician. Well, that's gonna please the musicians' union but it might irritate some real writers. Who cares? I don't have time to worry about such matters. Heck, I don't have time to worry. I'm working. I'm a writer.
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