When you put something down that happened, people often don't believe it; whereas, you can make up anything, and people assume it must have happened to you.
Andrew HolleranIf your friends don't want your boyfriend, what's the point?
Andrew HolleranDreams decompose, darling,
Andrew HolleranTag: dreams
The greatest drug of all, my dear, was not one of those pills in so many colors that you took over the years, was not the opium, the hash you smoked in houses at the beach, or the speed or smack you shot up in Sutherland's apartment, no, it wasn't any of these. It was the city, darling, it was the city, the city itself. And do you see why I had to leave? As Santayana said, dear, artists are unhappy because they are not interested in happiness; they live for beauty. God, was that steaming, loathsome city beautiful!!! And why finally no human lover was possible, because I was in love with all men, with the city itself.
Andrew HolleranDreams are all equipped with revolving doors: Someone is always walking into the one you are leaving, and vice-versa.
Andrew HolleranTag: dreams
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