My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
Writing in a journal is just a stall, a waiting game, a way to tell yourself that you're working when you're not,… — Robert Masello Copy Share Image
