Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. Write like you are clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you have got just one last thing to say, like you are a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves.
Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we are not alone.
- Alan W. Watts
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