Gnarly vibes and a tubular time
Live haphazardly, Laugh hysterically, Love Anyway.
"This music is shit." "I'm a music major I'll tell you what's shit."
The writer’s only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ is worth any number of old ladies.